There is no clear place to draw the line once you eliminate the traditional marriage, and it's the same once you start putting limits on what guns can be used, then it's just really easy to have laws that make them all illegal.
Hollywood is a wonderful machine for making big movies. In France, we make smaller and more personal films, but if things keep changing, this will disappear. The industry in Italy is practically gone. Cinecitta now is used mostly by filmmakers from o...
Jim: World's worst place to get a flat, huh? Frank: Agreed. I think we better do this quick?
Judge: I think we should place your child under observation in a special home. Gilberte Doinel: Could it be by the sea, Your Honor?
XERB Disc Jockey: [to Curt] Hey, have a popsicle. The ice box just broke down, and they're melting all over the place. You want one?
Parnell Emmett McCarthy: The lieutenant goes to Quill's place and plugs Mr. Quill about five times, which causes Mr. Quill to promptly die of lead poisoning.
Honey Lemon: I believe the world can be made into a happier, and much brighter place, through the thorough application of nature's toolbox - chemistry!
Danny Archer: Why don't we go back to your place, see what's in the mini bar? Maddy Bowen: I'm a print journalist... I drank it.
[trying to start a conversation] Eversmann: You know, it's kind of funny. Beautiful beach, beautiful sun. Could almost be a nice place to visit. "Hoot": Almost.
[first lines] Young Birdman: How did we end up here? This place is horrible. Smells like balls. We don't belong here.
Colonel Nicholson: I realize how difficult it's going to be in this god-forsaken place where you can't find what you need, but there's the challenge.
Philip Marlowe: How'd you happen to pick out this place? Vivian: Maybe I wanted to hold your hand. Philip Marlowe: Oh, that can be arranged.
Buck Laughlin: I went to one of those obedience places once... it was all going well until they spilled hot candle wax on my private parts.
Holly Golightly: It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.
I should be proud to have my memory graced, but only if the monument be placed... here, where I endured three hundred hours in line before the implacable iron bars.
What then are doing if not creating a better place together? I think, for me the key has to be, what do I want to create? What is it I want to leave behind?
I wish I came from a more pure place. I don't have something to say from the bottom of my soul. I just know how to take stuff I like and repackage it in a slightly different way.
It is, alas, chiefly the evil emotions that are able to leave their photographs on surrounding scenes and objects and whoever heard of a place haunted by a noble deed, or of beautiful and lovely ghosts revisiting the glimpses of the moon?
When someone dies instantly, then I think the well of grief and disbelief all mixed in with it is unfathomable. And when murder is involved, that just takes it into a whole new place. There is an extra dimension you just can't compute or deal with.
In the first place, it must be remembered that our point of view in examining the construction of a play will not always coincide with that which we occupy in thinking of its whole dramatic effect.
The hardest thing is that I never do anything the same way twice, and when I'm on the air, I'm very unscripted, and I'm very comfortable in that role. So me being scripted is not a comfortable place for me.
