Hope: You remember how you said Mozart was a musical pod? Reverend James: Prodigy. Hope: Yeah, well, I've got one of those and he's living under my bed!
Robert Crumb: You turned yourself into a comic hero? Harvey Pekar: Sorta, yeah. But no idealized shit. No phony bullshit. The real thing, y'know? Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff.
Bruce Banner: You want me to take the scepter behind everyone's back and use it to bring Ultron to life? Tony Stark: Yeah, we don't have time for a city hall debate.
Willie 'Too Big' Hall: You'll never get Matt and Mr. Fabulous out of them high-payin' gigs. Jake: Oh yeah? Well me and the Lord, we have an understanding.
[after Hoot cuts in front of Blackburn in the line for food] Blackburn: Hey man, there's a line. "Hoot": I know. Blackburn: And this isn't the back of it. "Hoot": Yeah, I know.
Tre Age 10: Don't y'all know that this is a dead body? Ric Rock: Yeah, motherfucker, we know that shit. He ain't bothering you, so don't fuck with him.
Mike Shiner: Does she speak? Sam: She does. Yeah, she can sit, stay, and roll over if you have any treats.
Old Lorraine: Aren't you and Jennifer getting along? Middle-Aged Marty: Oh, yeah, great Mom. We're like a couple o' teenagers, ya know?
Fred Jung: Money isn't real, George. It doesn't matter. It only seems like it does. Young George: Are you gonna tell Mom that? Fred Jung: Yeah, that's gonna be a tricky one.
Jim: Look at my hand. [raises hand and holds it level] Bart: Steady as a rock. Jim: [raises his other hand, which is violently trembling] Yeah, but I shoot with this one.
Scott Donlan: I'm thrown overboard. Anchors aweigh. Stefan Vanderhoof: The Man who knew too much. Scott Donlan: Yeah, well there it is, the man who knew too much!
When I look at our roster, I'm sure all of you have printed that I'm coming up on 35, and given my situation and my salary structure and all that, yeah, I have to wonder if this team is going to make moves and they haven't.
Yeah, but you need an experienced radio veteran who is a liberal advocate. And there just hadn't been any radio that did that. And so they weren't trained - they had developed all these bad habits of being objective and balanced and stuff like that.
ripped. I got a glance at his abs when he picked up the woman’s things. Yeah, I looked up his shirt. What of it? Plenty of men have looked up my skirt. Consider it karma. ~Julia
I have no trouble walking around. But every once in a while, somebody will come, during the course of the day, and say, 'Oh, I recognize you from such-and-such,' and yeah, they'll make a connection. I think for the most part, people don't go, 'Where ...
This isn't sex." I blinked. "Oh. Then what is it?" "An emergency!" I started to argue and then thought twice about it. Considering what Mircea would do to Pritkin if he ever found out about this...Yeah. Emergency sounded good.
Juliet shook her head. The thought of eating anything made her feel nauseous. "No thanks, I'm not hungry." "Oh yeah, the heartbreak diet," nodded Trudy sagely. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt.
He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. "Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.
I like great music, but who doesn’t? Oh yeah, deaf people.
Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in- To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been
Now here's Amy Pond, standing in the freezing ocean, holding the body of her imaginary friend, and shouting at the sea to make him better. Yeah. If only my therapists could see me now.
