Quotes:In the months leading up to my wedding, I was thinking about you all the time. I mean, even on my way there; I'm in the car, a buddy of mine is driving me downtown and I'm staring out the window, and I think I see you, not far from the church, right? Folding up an umbrella and walking into a deli on the corner of 13th and Broadway. And I thought I was going crazy, but now I think it probably was you.
Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.
Voldemort killed my parents, he was nothing more than a murderer.
She told me later, that the second she lifted up her foot and saw him not flapping, she knew he was dead. Is that not the perfect visual image of life and death? A fish flapping on the carpet, and a fish not flapping on the carpet.
When those German scaffolders turn up tonight, let's all make sure that we have a good night. Agreed? You especially, Oz.
That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways.
That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways.
I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and there's some of them that give themselves credit for more than they've got.
I'm getting married in September. She would like to see me lose a few pounds. I told her it wouldn't work.
Real diamonds! They must be worth their weight in gold!
This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl to put it politely.
Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails…. When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day! An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth I bid you stand, Men of the West!
No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. We shall burn, like the heathen kings of old. Bring wood and oil.
I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Aunt Clara had for years not only perpetually labored under the deluison that I was 4 years old, but also a girl.
Like I told my last wife, I said, "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see, and besides... it's all in the reflexes."
What if I told you insane was working fifty hours a week in some office for fifty years at the end of which they tell you to piss off; ending up in some retirement village hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time? Wouldn't you consider that to be insane?
There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room becomes a prison, and all that is left is a father's love for his child.
If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think your bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now do you understand everything I've said? Because if you don't, I'll kill ya.
When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so when I was six I did
So the future of your country is in the hands my 15-year-old?
I told you! We're hauling ass
Will was so frustrated with how my lima beans grew faster than his. And that's when I finally told him about my powers
Hold the Funeral, poindexter!
Somebody wants to told me that the great kings of the past are watching over us.
"I've done the slut thing. It got kinda old."
"I'm already 10 years old, and I don't know if I'm white with black stripes or black with white stripes."
Old paint on canvas – as it ages – sometimes becomes transparent.
Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armour. Don't you forget it. You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!
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