Piss boy!
And did you know as a girl growing up that one day you’d be a maid?
In my own little corner, in my own little chair,
I can be whatever I want to be.
I wanna be like you. I wanna walk like you, talk like you do.
Run and hide, asshole. Run and hide. If you should be picked up next week buying a hundred-thousand dollar sports car in Newport Beach, I am going to be supremely disappointed. Because I want my people to find you, and when they do, rest assured we are not going to hand you over to the police. So my advice to you again is this: run and hide. That is all that I ask.
Alright, listen up, people. Our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground barring injuries is 4 miles-per-hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive’s name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.
The secret to talking is listening.
The hard part about playing chicken is knowing when to flinch.
The horribleness and awfulness of it will never actually be forgotten?
You know, we were lucky tonight. Body count’s less than 200. You know, one of these days, you’re gonna kill 10,000 in one of these firetraps, and I’m gonna keep eating smoke and bringing out bodies until somebody asks us… how to build them.
Well, does it take more guts to twice traverse a staircase in a burning building, or to make a one-time leap into a volcano?
Yes on one and no on two.
I said, “if”.
No one said anything to me about the full monty!
Al right, 22, we got to invade that zipper before the mountain’s fly closes.
Think about the future.
You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I don’t know, I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around, you know, like the moment seizes us.
This is my age! I’m in the prime of my youth, and I’ll only be young once!
When a woman has five grown daughters, she had better give up thinking of her own beauty.
I’ve married seven times. Kids in every port from Clao to Macao. Seventeen at the last count, and never set eyes on a single one of 'em. Slant-eyed little devils, black little devils – even a couple of pink ones like you. And all with my eyes.