Quotes:Man's got a right to protect his property and his life, and we ain't lettin' no rancher or his lawman take either.
Just shoot them in the head! They seem to go down permanently if you shoot them in the head.
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.
Have you ever
thought about the person who designed the sports skirt?
Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has re-aligned my paradigm of perception.
You talking about killing? Hmm? Y'all experts? Y'all know about killing? I'd like to hear about it, potheads.
"Well keep you chin up, there's someone out there for everbody...you know in some cases there are two someones for one person; I like to call that 'the jackpot'..."
Young men...
The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step...
Average is just not good enough period.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
They come with fire, they come with axes. Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning. Destroyers and usurpers, curse them!
Aunt Clara had for years not only perpetually labored under the deluison that I was 4 years old, but also a girl.
Momma always says there's an awful lot you could tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going. Where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes. I bet if I think about it real hard I could remember my first pair of shoes. Momma said they'd take me anywhere. She said they was my magic shoes.
I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
Do you think it's personal, petty, bourgeois, and self-indulgent?
Hope is a good thing, perhaps the best of things, and a good thing never dies.
Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious!
I'm a superhero, Mother. An effete British superhero.
I super glued myself to myself
Do you know the difference between brown-nosing and ass-kissing? Depth perception.
Tell 'em to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipper.
Oh, hey Caitlin, break his heart again this time, and I'll kill ya, nothing personal.
Your father appears to be co-operating. You will be back with him soon. Won't that be nice?
You are the wrong person at the wrong place at the wrong time!
How's the rat business?
Well, actually it's mostly students I'm experimenting on now.
Let your heart guide you. It whispers so listen carefully.
I wonder how such a degenerated person ever reached a position of authority in the Army Medical Corps!
All you need is for one person to think you're cool, and you're in.
You're quite a man, Mr. Bond, but I am a superior woman.
You treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person I'll guarantee you'll win
You have not experienced Shakespeare, until you've read it in the original Klingon.
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