Nicolette: He killed our man. Conklin: What, in the apartment? Nicolette: Yeah. Conklin: Well, you got to clean that up. Nicolette: No, I can't clean it up; there's a body in the streets. Conklin: So? Nicolette: There's police. This is Paris.
The Dude: This is a very complicated case, Maude. You know, a lotta ins, a lotta outs, a lotta what-have-yous. And, uh, a lotta strands to keep in my head, man. Lotta strands in old Duder's head.
[after recovering his car from the Auto circus] The Dude: Oh, Jesus, what's that smell, man? Auto Circus Cop: Yes, probably a vagrant slept in the car. Or maybe just used it as a toilet and moved on.
Sir Charles Lyndon: Have you done with my Lady? Redmond Barry: I beg your pardon? Sir Charles Lyndon: Come, come, sir. I'm a man who would rather be known as a cuckold than a fool.
Captain Bennett: He let the killers in himself? Why would he do a thing like that? Frank Bullitt: I'm waiting to ask him. Captain Bennett: What about the setup? What do you make of that? Frank Bullitt: Shotgun and a backup man, professionals.
Sextus: You can break a man's skull, you can arrest him, you can throw him into a dungeon. But how do you control what's up here? [taps his head] Sextus: How do you fight an idea?
Gaff: You've done a man's job, sir. I guess you're through, huh? Deckard: Finished. [Gaff throws Deckard his gun] Gaff: It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?
Lili Von Shtupp: Vhy don't you admit it? He's too much of man for you. I know. You're going to need an army to beat him! You're finished. Fertig! Verfallen! Verlumpt! Verblunget! Verkackt!
Buck Laughlin: Am I nuts? Something's wrong with his feet. Trevor Beckwith: I never thought I'd find myself saying this, but you're right. Buck Laughlin: He's got two left feet! Man, go get'm pal.
And then there's also this element of - some people would describe it as spirits or a presence that appears when things are very difficult, physically and emotionally. You know, when you're really putting out. So the third man aura is sort of an appe...
So far things are going my way. I am known in the hospice as The Man Who Wouldn't Die. I don't know if this is true or not, but I think some people, not many, are starting to wonder why I'm still around.
Given Pounds and five years, and an ordinary man can in the ordinary course, without any undue haste or putting any pressure upon his taste, surround himself with books, all in his own language, and thence forward have at least one place in the world...
Man, like other organisms, is so perfectly coordinated that he may easily forget, whether awake or asleep, that he is a colony of cells in action, and that it is the cells which achieve, through him, what he has the illusion of accomplishing himself.
We have to abandon the idea that schooling is something restricted to youth. How can it be, in a world where half the things a man knows at 20 are no longer true at 40 - and half the things he knows at 40 hadn't been discovered when he was 20?
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invin...
The only picture of Tarrou he would always have would be the picture of a man who firmly gripped the steering-wheel of his car when driving, or else the picture of that stalwart body, now lying motionless. Knowing meant that: a living warmth, and a p...
If Man is stranger to his own research however, he starts redefining the life to cover up his err, and finally in his run, at his last hour, asks himself "What is this all about?" and lets his hour pass over.
A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.
A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.
I don't think that a vote for Barack Obama is a symbolic thing. I think it's much more than that. It's not just a black man. It's not just a feel-good vote. It's the idea of electing someone who really does want to make a difference.
What man or woman of common sense now doubts the intellectual capacity of colored people? Who does not know, that with all our efforts as a nation to crush and annihilate the mind of this portion of our race, we have never yet been able to do it.
