I created the Women's Federation for World Peace in order to restore all that woman originally lost. You American women don't need a man in the position of grandfather, parents, husband, elder or younger brother. You only need the true Adam.
As one of four daughters, I grew up with an imaginary brother - wondering what it would have been like if one of us had been a boy. There's no question that there was a phantom boy child in my imagination when I was young.
I definitely think that females have a harder time. It's a lot harder to be a girl because you're always in your head. I've heard my brother go and take it out on the football as he says. Whereas girls would rather sit down and over think things.
When I was 10 or 11, I was on this TV series called 'Dead Man's Gun' and Henry Winkler was a guest star. He hung out with me and my brother the whole time. We had no idea who he was. Our parents were star struck.
My brother arrived some months after my father left. Um, and he ah, was thus eight years younger than me and it was um, you know, it was such a time that my mother probably had people wondering was it his.
I saw how, when my brother smoked reefer, it made my mother cry. He was 16 at the time. And I saw that she broke down and cried. I never wanted to hurt my mother, so I kept away from drugs.
[There's this joke: about the prizefighter who enters the ring, and his brother turns to the family priest and says, "Father, pray for him." And the priest said, "I will, but if he can punch, it'll help."]
Graham's Mother: Did you find your brother? Graham: No, Ma. Graham's Mother: Tell him to come home. Tell him I'm not mad, okay? Okay, baby?
Audrey: Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is? Ellen: Well, I'm sleeping with your father. Don't be so dramatic.
Harry Block: [to his brother-in-law Bert] I think you're the opposite of a paranoid. I think you go around with the insane delusion that people like you.
Jeannie: In a nutshell: I hate my brother. Boy in Police Station: That's cool. Did you blow him away or somethin'?
Lucilla: My brother hates all the world and you most of all. Maximus: Because your father chose me. Lucilla: No. Because my father loved you. And because I loved you.
Balin: Ohhh! Evening Brother. Dwalin: By my beard, you're shorter and wider than last time we met. Balin: Wider, not shorter. But sharp enough for the both of us.
Sallah: [after having taken five camels formerly belonging to hired troops working for the Nazis] Compensation for my brother-in-law's car!
The Bride: [reading the inscription on Budd's Hanzo sword] "To my brother Budd, the only man I ever loved, Bill."
Chingachgook: [speaking to animal they have just killed] We're sorry to kill you, brother. We do honor to your courage and speed, your strength.
Ratso Rizzo: You want the word on that brother-and-sister act, Hansel's a fag and Gretel's got the hots for herself, so who cares, right? Load up on the salami.
Christian Szell: [to Babe] You're weak. Your father was weak in his way, your brother in his, now you in yours. You are all so predictable.
Janeway: Szell's brother's been killed in Manhattan. An accident with an oil truck. Doc: Oh, boy. Any changes? Janeway: Only everything. Doc: They're getting all the couriers.
[Mendoza is repeatedly dragging a load of armor up a cliff as penance for killing his brother] Fielding: How long must he carry that stupid thing? Gabriel: God knows.
Fielding: Father, he's done this penance long enough, and well, the other brothers think the same. Gabriel: But he doesn't think so, John. Until he does, neither do I.
