[after John has finally admitted that Dr. Edwardes fell off a cliff in a skiing accident and that he did not murder him] Constance Petersen: Well, thank goodness it's all cleared up. Det. Lt. Cooley: Well, not quite, Dr. Petersen. I'm afraid a bullet...
Danny Riordan, Clermont Resident: Well, you know, Alvin, there's a lot of hills bigger than Clairmont's between here and Zion. Even if you get that mower running again, it might still break down. Alvin Straight: Well, you're a kind man talking to a s...
Ness: [Ness has just shot a gangster after the Canadian border raid] I had to kill him. Malone: Oh, yeah. He's as dead as Julius Caesar... Would you rather it was you? Ness: No, I would not. Malone: Well, then, you've done your job. Go home and sleep...
Bromhead: Well done, Adendorff, we'll make an Englishman of you yet! Adendorff: No, thanks. I'm a Boer. The Zulus are the enemies of my blood. What are you doing here? Bromhead: You don't object to our help, I hope? Adendorff: It all depends on what ...
It's what is strange about doing a job that is also the thing you love, the thing you feel passionate about. People get to the point where they're burned out and disillusioned by the whole thing because when things aren't going well at work it also m...
Lambert: Well, how about a little something to lower your spirits? Dallas: Thrill me, would ya? Lambert: Well, based on my calculations, based on time spent getting to and from the planet... Dallas: Just give me the short version, how far to Earth? L...
Susan Vance: Well, don't you worry, David, because if there's anything that I can do to help you, just let me know and I'll do it. David Huxley: Well, er - don't do it until I let you know.
John Bender: Sporto. Andrew Clark: What? John Bender: You get along with your parents? Andrew Clark: Well, if I say yes I'm an idiot, right? John Bender: You're an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, well, you're a liar too.
Bart: Well, Jim, since you are my guest and I am your host, what's your pleasure? What do you like to do? Jim: Oh, I don't know. Play chess... screw... Bart: [quickly] Well, let's play chess.
Paul Varjak: [about Holly and Jose] So you're getting married, then? Holly Golightly: Well, he hasn't really asked me, not in so many words. Paul Varjak: Four you mean? Holly Golightly: Huh? Paul Varjak: Well that's how many it takes: will you marry ...
Do not do what someone else could do as well as you. Do not say, do not write what someone else could say, could write as well as you. Care for nothing in yourself but what you feel exists nowhere else. And, out of yourself create, impatiently or pat...
If one cannot gain recognition for anything else, he can rest well with the assurance that he is "good," which in most cases equates with "right". Were it not for an evil to rail against he might just as well never have been born. Yes, evil is the gr...
Never a dull moment,” he muttered. They’d been flash and bang from the first moment they’d met. “Yeah, well, if you weren’t such a dick…,” Ty murmured with a small smile. Zane snickered. “Works out well since you’re an asshole.” �...
I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each ca...
Well, I definitely have an artistic side to me as well. I write, I act, I draw. With that artistic mind I have, a lot of doors have opened for me. I can try to pursue, like - if it's something using my writing skills, maybe a book. Or maybe if it's m...
Shakespeare often writes so ill that you hesitate to believe he could ever write supremely well; or, if this way of putting it seem indecorous and abominable, he very often writes so well that you are loth to believe he could ever have written thus e...
To rule one's anger is well; to prevent it is better.
Well, I'm clearly not ugly.
Well, I don't have an agenda.
My dad played fiddle as well.
Golf and dating don't mix.
