Fred C. Dobbs: What a town. Tampico. Bob Curtin: You said it, brother. If I could just get me a job that would bring in enough to buy passage, I'd shake it's dust off my feet soon enough, you bet.
I'm under stress. They killed me on wikipedia. They killed me. And I didn't stay dead long enough to sell no DVDs. I didn't even stay dead long enough - I was too stupid. I should've stayed low. I should've laid low. I could've been gone for a year; ...
I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time...
In government, one actress is enough.
I don't go to enough movies.
Actors have to be there and do the work, and that's enough.
I never count calories, but I eat so well.
Well-arranged time is the surest mark of a well-arranged mind.
When people dress well, they play well.
Well I look for an accompanist that does his work well, this to begin.
If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well. Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell My guns along the highway. My coins to the table To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay. Prob'ly shrink and slink away, It mightn't've ended...
In the Scotland of the early seventeenth century, an old woman living alone in Kirkcudbrightshire was accused of witchcraft and on conviction was rolled downhill in a blazing tar barrel. One of the charges against her was that she walked withershins ...
Wrath crawled out from the well, on direction from Hell, to get back what it once lost. With vengeance in mind, it set out to find, a specified soul to accost. When the Hell-well beckoned, Mother’s will now reckoned, her dead soul now wholly enslav...
Scott Pilgrim: Oh God! Wallace Wells: What is it, Scott? Scott Pilgrim: I had this totally weird dream... Other Scott: Oh God! Wallace Wells: What is it, Other Scott? Other Scott: Can we skip the dream time? Color me not interested. Scott Pilgrim: Bu...
Well water is not an enemy of spring water.
When the calf is drowned they cover the well.
Cow of many--well milked and badly fed.
They laugh well who laugh last.
The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.
Wealth is well known to be a great comforter.
Philippe: Hope well and have well.