Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get home, but it doesn't always go with everything in the house.
I used to have to beg and borrow £25 to hire some French windows. I started producing in 1967, and I was in debt until 1981. Having a think about whether you can afford 'this' or 'that' is a good discipline to have, to maximise what you can achiev...
The velocity and knee-jerk response to events happening in real time that television brings us precludes any kind of reflection or contemplation and therefore analysis. And that's been one of the greatest political dangers in the post-war era. The id...
In 1964, Jeanne-Claude and I became illegal aliens. That's when we moved here from Paris. And for three years, we were illegal aliens living in an illegal building. At that time, some artists started to move to SoHo, and they put A.I.R. - artists-in-...
There's childhood and early onset bipolar, but it transitions in your early adulthood into something a little bit different, and extremely severe. It was at that time that my impulse control just went out the window. Impulse control when you're manic...
Lara: How far can bullets go? Daniel: They go pretty far but they usually get stuck in something and stop. Lara: What if they don't? Daniel: Are you thinking about that bullet that came through your window?
Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.
Llewyn Davis: [talking to the cat] What's your name again? Llewyn Davis: [the cat escapes from him, through the window] Oh shit. No, no! Oh. Fuck, goddamnit, oh shit!
[Hogarth groans as he struggles to push the giant's hand out the bathroom window] Kent Mansley: You know, this sort of thing is why it's important to always chew your food.
Caption: He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
[urging Mrs. de Winter to jump out the window and end her misery] Mrs. Danvers: Go ahead. Jump. He never loved you, so why go on living? Jump and it will all be over...
Linguini: Can I interest you in a dessert this evening? Anton Ego: Don't you always? Linguini: Which one would you like? Anton Ego: [to Remy, through the kitchen window] Surprise me!
[Remy hesitates at an open window, glancing back at the ruined soup] Gusteau: Remy! What are you waiting for? Remy: Is this going to become a regular thing with you? Gusteau: You know how to fix it. This is your chance.
Jeff: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times? Lisa: He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.
Lisa: How's your leg? Jeff: Hurts a little. Lisa: Your stomach? Jeff: Empty as a football. Lisa: And your love life? Jeff: Not too active. Lisa: Anything else bothering you? Jeff: Uh-huh, who are you?
Lisa: What's a logical explanation for a woman taking a trip with no luggage? Jeff: That she didn't know she was going on a trip and where she was going she wouldn't need any luggage. Lisa: Exactly.
Detective: [referring to what was buried in Thorwald's flower bed] It's over in his apartment. In a hat box. Wanna look? Stella: Oh, no thanks! I don't want any part of her.
Jeff: [shivering as cold alcohol is poured on his back before a rubdown] Say, don't you ever heat that stuff up? Stella: Aw, it gives your system something to fight against.
Lt. Doyle: Jeff, you've got a lot to learn about homicide. Why, morons have committed murders so shrewdly that it's taken a hundred trained police minds to catch them.
Lt. Doyle: Oh, Jeff, if you need any more help, consult the yellow pages in your telephone directory. Lisa: Oh, I love funny exit lines.
Dr. John Cawley: [re: Rachel] We don't know how she got out of her room. It was locked from the outside. And the only window's barred. It's as if she evaporated, straight through the walls.
