I was out of my bed in one second, trembling with excitement, and I dashed to the door and into the adjoining room, where I could watch the streets below from the windows.
I realized if I'm not really making an album, I don't have to be concerned about things like stylistic consistency, pacing, a coherent mood. All that stuff goes out the window.
I kept an interested eye on the transfer window in England, which opened and closed last month, and the lack of frantic activity just goes to show the current financial state of the game right now.
A young bride can put on makeup at 6 in the morning and look fabulous at midnight. I have about a 15-minute window where I actually look good, and then I have to wash my face and start over.
I can't play bridge. I don't play tennis. All those things that people learn, and I admire, there hasn't seemed time for. But what there is time for is looking out the window.
You should live in a manner that should enable you to devote time to writing and contemplation. As is often said, the writer is at work even when he is simply looking out the window.
I have a nice little office, with a nice little window in it, but I do basically spend huge amounts of time in what you could consider solitary confinement.
Batman: [as Joker is holding Rachel out a window] Let her go! The Joker: [giving him a look] Very poor choice of words...
[after Batman saves Rachel from falling out of a window] Batman: You all right? Rachel Dawes: Let's not do that again.
Jimmy Conway: [Knocks on the car window of two cops following him. They cops have fallen asleep] Come on fuckos, let's go for a ride.
Tuco: There are two kinds of spurs, my friend. Those that come in by the door; those that come in by the window.
Mr. Chow: [as he closes his car window slowly, his head trails the closing gap] Toodle-oo, motherfuckers. [whoops like a native]
[Alan falls from the window of the car because the door on the passenger side doesn't open] Mr. Chow: [laughs obnoxiously] Funny fat guy fall on face!
Quint: Front, bow. Back, stern. If ya don't get it right, squirt, I throw your ass out the little round window on the side.
Professor Henry Higgins: Shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we just throw her out of the window?
Louis: [looking at a model kitchen in a department store window] You could have a kitchen like that someday. It costs dearly, but home always does.
George Banks: Shut the window. That bird is giving me a headache. Ellen: Yes sir. [to the bird] Ellen: Quiet! You're giving the master a headache!
Howard Beale: I want you to go to the window, open it, stick your head out and yell: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore."
Jeff: She wants me to marry her. Stella: That's normal. Jeff: I don't want to. Stella: That's abnormal.
Stella: When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it.
Jeff: She's like a queen bee with her pick of the drones. Lisa: I'd say she's doing a woman's hardest job: juggling wolves.
