Dave: I-- I swear, I thought that was a legitimate deduction. See, I do impersonations, so I- I- I use that television-- Don: Mr. Kovic, we're not here about your taxes.
Murray, I can't tell you the whole story. It- it's kind of a national emergency kind of a thing, but you got to help me cut the budget a little.
Maybe locals, Cubans, Mafia hire. Separate teams. Does it really matter who shot from what rooftop?
Bob: Mr. President, I don't believe that's on your agenda today. Dave: No, it's a last-minute change, Bob.
Uh, unfortunately, money management is only going to get us halfway to our goal.
Make arrests. Stir the shitstorm.
I saw your light was on, so I just... mind if I sit down?
Cop: Mr. And Mrs. Kovic, I'm not gonna give you a ticket. Dave: You're not. Cop: I think you ought to save all the money you have.
My name is Jordan Tate. I'm Miss July '89.
Miss July, come back here!
Man On The Silver Mountain - May 4, 2013
More bad news from Miami. They found Ferrie's friend, Eladio del Valle, today, hacked to death with a machete in his car.
But my mother is a real dyed-in-the-wool yankee. That's why I'm such a self-controlled and dignified young fellow.
More than a million visitors go through the White House every year, making it the most frequently toured home in the country.
Nance: Mr. President, may I speak frankly with you? Dave: Yes, please. Sit down. It's good to see you.
I was saddened to discover at least 15 separate acts of intervention by this administration, most with the full knowledge of the President and all of them illegal.
My wife was my campaign manager. We had a budget of $2,000, with advertising.
Michael's been on my back all night. He's botherin' me. Why didn't ya make your payment last Tuesday?
May I ask who you are?
My sleuth kit. Flashlight, fountain pen, notebook, magnifying glass, fingerprint powder, digital recorder, and... one of Hannah's lemon bars.
Mysteries just find you, don't they?
Mike, catch me, I'm gonna faint.
Dr. Becker: Maybe God will pick up where the medicine leaves off. Jack: You sure you know where to find him?
Jean Price: Do I know you? Jackie: Mom, this is the guy that fixed the car. The guy you yelled at. Jean Price: Okay.
Caroline: Maybe you were Monday. Yeah, or Sunday. Yeah, Sunday was nice. Murphy: Betcha I was with you Sunday and Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday.
Slim: I'll leave my address with Frenchy so you can find me. Morgan: Maybe I'll know how to whistle by then.
Lucille: Mr. Kelso? John: Yes. Lucille: Oh, I'm Lucille Wright. I cater Mr. Williams' parties.
Mike's not the only one around here who's good at taking off.
Now they didn't make it, 'cause they weren't married. But, uh, two weeks before the marriage, they decided to make it. So, they pull over to the side of the road in the priest's car. Boom! Mack truck comes along, and they're both killed.
Charlie: Michael, I've got a game you cannot say no to. Michael: No. Charlie: You said no.
Charlie: I can't get over the way he kept goin' at him. Johnny: Yeah, must've been all that liquor in him, boy.
Marie's in town? Fantastic. Bring her along. That's perfect.
Makes the delay worthwhile, doesn't it?
And you huh, yeah, my friend, you're gonna be working for him.
Megan: My mother needs an aspirin. Don: I don't care.
Benjie: My mother's gonna miss that book. It's the biggest one on the shelf. 10 books fell over when I pulled it out.
Benjie: I don't believe it. My mother and father never did that! Never! Oscy: Why not? Benjie: Because it's stupid.
Merrin's, uh, reputation is in jeopardy. His writings have been impounded.
Yeah, well, thank you so much anyways. My grandmother will just completely devour these. It's pretty disturbing.
Mental illness. That's what we're up against here. Or, if you like, the casualties of a diseased society.
Sarah: Maybe you're not really such a great listener. Carter: Hmm? Sarah: Maybe you're not such a great listener. Carter: No. No, that's not it. I'm a great listener.
My daughter is a princess. She could have had anyone.
My cousin's startin' to go crazy back here. We gotta get him to a hospital.
Paul de Bursac: My only trouble is when I'm eating. I'm awkward with my left hand. Morgan: We'll see if we can't arrange to have you shot in the other arm next time.
Mrs. McNeil wants me to help you all I can. She would do anything for Father Merrin. She believed he gave his life for Regan.
Piano Tribute Players
Man, what's happening? What you doing? Man, what's wrong?
Hey, man, my brother gave me some money and a note to e-mail him some fucked up James Bond shit and to meet him in the park. I'm telling you, ain't no crime in that.
Come on! Man, you almost shot me! Shit! Could have fucked around and shot me!
Mom, I can't talk about this anymore, it's too retarded and I really do not wanna fight with you right now.
My husband has been having an affair. I found out a while ago and I didn't do anything about it.
My worst fear is that I'm gonna come out of the stall after taking, like, a big dump and the place is all rank with my, you know, my shit and I'm gonna know the other guy in the frigging bathroom.
M-mother, it's- it's all right.
Oscy: We want to see you go say hello, 'cause maybe you're some kind of a hotshot lover we don't know about. Hermie: Cut it out!
Hermie: May I offer some assistance? Dorothy: Oh, yes, you may. I really didn't expect to buy so much.
Maybe it's all the pills I've been taking over the years that brought this on.
My husband's a many-faceted man.
I'm 26 years old. I'm healthy. I'm capable. I've had every opportunity. My friend's are getting married and having kids and I'm just so far away.
I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, maybe I could make someone love me.
Edwards: Mud city with golden walls? Sounds like Jhipti. Father Lamont: You know it? Edwards: I know every holy place in Africa.
May God grant me vengeance. I will pray that you live till I return.
You made my Ringtone
First Jailer: Miriam, wife. Tirzah, daughter. Drusus: Yes. They're the ones. Are they alive? First Jailer: East section. Lower level. Cell two. The jailer on that level will know.
Me? We're both dead.
Miriam. Do you see your hand? Tirzah!
Michael: Miss? Excuse me, Miss? Miss? Teresa: What? What do you want? Michael: I just want you to be sure and tell your cousin, Johnny Boy, he's gotta see Michael tonight. Teresa: Well then tell him yourself.
Learning to live in loving kindness through the example of our mother.
the truth shall set you free
Everyone please open your books, Chapter two, page 26. Multiplication of fractions and percentages.
I wouldn't do that if I was you. Might lose a finger and I won't be able to count to ten.
Jaime: Math, you either love or hate. You got problems, come see me after school. Coach: Thanks, Jaime. See you later.
There are some people in this world who will assume that you know less than you do because of your name and your complexion, but math is the great equalizer.
Jaime: What's the matter with you? Lupe: I'm not taking the quiz. Jaime: You didn't turn in your homework either. Lupe: My goat ate it.
I got more bad news for you, proffy. Now I know what I'm going to say is really gonna trip you out, man. Mr. Escalante, I forgot my pencil.
Jaime: The answer to my prayers! Lupe: May I go to the restroom, please? Jaime: In 10 minutes. Hold it.
Mr. Ocean doesn't answer. Still doesn't answer, and Mr. Foster? Well, of course keep calling. They got to come in sometime.
My health is my greatest virtue. Every day I do exercises.
My folks were so poor I used to walk new york city barefoot winter and summer.
Jiggly little number isn't exactly the way I would describe Danny Ocean. More like a well-mannered shark.
Look, make it quick, will ya, sugar? I got a lot of important calls coming through.
Batman: I haven't had that much luck with women. Chase: Maybe you just haven't met the right woman.
Grayson: How come this is the only locked door around this museum? What do you got back there? Alfred: Master Wayne's dead wives.
Look, my dad told me that every man goes his own way. Well, my way goes to Two-Face.
Mr. McCarthy, I know what you're getting at, and I had the same argument with the last district manager.
Jerry: Me? I, I, I don't belong to any church! God: Neither do I. Go back to work. I don't want you to get in trouble.
My voice wouldn't come out on tape. It's very, very complicated. It's like, uh, you know how Dracula can't see himself in a mirror?
Mr. Landers, please come to aisle 10. Aisle 10, please.
I, I, I, I must have drove through a, uh, car wash with with my windows open?
Jerry: Mr. Briggs. Briggs: You're all wet. Jerry: Of course I'm wet! I didn't dry myself. I wanted you to see this.
Mr. Wilson has reached that point in his life where he can be sure his prayers are heard. He doesn't need any help from you.
Mr. Summers represents food world. God is with "world" world. It's a slightly bigger obligation.
Uh, Mr. Ponce, as I said, is an expert at, uh, eyewitness sketches for the L.A. Police Department.
Mr. Summers said that Lowell Wilson is personally deciding whether or not you can keep your job! Is that awful enough for you?
Mr. Landers, we really find insufficient documentation to support your claim.
Mr. Landers, I cautioned you earlier that proper legal representation would be helpful.
Judge: May I ask who you are, sir? God: You better swear me in. You'll never believe it.
My choosiness about food cost me my lover, and without him, there is no sex.
At least my reputation's alright with people watching Laugh In.
God, my God! What have they done? It's lynching time.
Marcus, what're you trying to do, be a one-minute brother? After a year and a half of phony phone calls, you finally show up here. You're late for dinner and now, now you want to hassle me.
My face doesn't compose well. It's all highlights.
Money, money. That's all they're interested in, those lawyers.
Mademoiselle, it is that approach which has made paris what it is.
Ninotchka: Raw beets and carrots. Waiter: Madame, this is a restaurant, not a meadow.
Money? Aw, I'm sorry. My husband is a musician.
Charlie: Mom, it's the snowman. Gabby: I saw it. Terrific job. Charlie: No! Mom, he's alive.
Mom, i'm trying to watch the weather.
Well, since you showed up, mom thinks I'm nuts, Rory Buck wants to kill me, and I'm pretty sure my dad's a snowman.
David: Mr. Peabody must have gone to bed. Susan: Oh, no, he couldn't have gone to bed this soon. It's too early. David: Oh, I don't know. If they expected a visit from you, they could, with the covers over their heads.
Now, my future wife has always regarded me as a man of some dignity. Privately, I'm convinced that I have some dignity.
Hermie: Sure. Ok. Dorothy: Great. Oh, uh, maybe Thursday morning would be better, about 10:00? Is that all right?
Miriam: Maybe we'll see you on the beach tomorrow. Will you be on the beach tomorrow? Oscy: I ain't gonna be on a mountain. Miriam: Well, then we'll see you.
My life is fucked because of it.
Move real slow. This ain't about me or you, but I'm gonna take you out just the same.
Danny: Man's got a right to face his accusers, doesn't he, Inspector? We need to talk. Niebaum: Well, go ahead, talk.
Mom thinks i'm going nuts, doesn't she?
Well, playing with your dad, I never really thought about what music was. Music was life. It was just like breathing, really.
Susan: Oh, David, make him get down. David: I suppose you'd like me to climb up and push him down?
Isaak: You know, as soon as you got that call, you should have told me. You know that, right? Huh? Colin: And maybe next time when I cross the street, you should hold my damn hand.
My friends call me Ahkbar.
Mo, you my negro, Mo!
I mean, it's like, pop's gotta understand that, like, me and him is cut from, like, the same cloth.
I'm, like, about to have an Einstein moment. Magic about to happen. It's gonna be scary.
James: Check. Bennington: Must you always be so methodical? James: Well, that's what you pay me for, sir. Bennington: And you're worth every penny.
Wax: Man, that shit is strong. You might be feeling some side effects by now. James: Wax.
Wax: Yeah, well, maybe you should be asking her what she was doing in this part of town. James: She was buying fabric. She makes her own clothes.
James: My friend and I are looking to get beamed inside. Wax: Yeah, lots of American dollar.
And maybe you can get off your jive ass and hook me up with a player who can hook us up.
Dir Yasin: Mint tea? Wax: Why the hell not?
James: Maybe I'm just not cut out for this sort of work. Wax: No, that's exactly why you need to stay in it, keep guys like me honest.
James: Mostly cloak. Wax: Mmm-mmm. Mostly dagger. Nichole: Killed anyone today? Wax: Well, let's see. About, what, one... One an hour on average, I'd say.
Mr. Schloss is your substitute. Now out of respect to Mr. Escalante, please give him your undivided attention.
Mr. Escalante, you put these kids under an awful lot of pressure. They would have gone to any lengths to please you.
There were some unorthodox, even illogical, computations for students of this caliber. Mistakes in simple math.
Pearson: And we found out that most of your kids finished the test with time to spare. Jaime: They should be rewarded, not punished.
We're going around in circles here. Mr. Escalante, we are psychometricians, thorough to the point of boring. We're not out to get anybody.
Jaime: My kids could teach you a thing or two, Johnny! Pearson: I'm going to call security if you can't control yourself, Escalante.
Girl: Maybe they'll give us the same test. Jaime: It will be harder. You can count on that.
Jaime: Misunderstanding again? Can you call Dr. Ramirez? He'll help us. Molina: He's gonna tell me the same thing, Jaime.
Hani: Marwan showed you the burning house? Do you know what happened? Roger: I have absolutely no idea.
Shit! Move the fucking car!
Maybe you should ask Lyndon Johnson. You know he has some answers.
Max: Morning, dickhead. John: Hello, moron.
Dorothy: Oh. May I see? Hermie: Sure.
Acquilla Clemons, saw the killer with another man and says they went off in separate directions. Mrs. Clemons was never taken to a lineup, or to the Warren Commission.
Men whose commitment to change and peace made them dangerous to men committed to war, would follow.
Paul: Bobby Earl Ferguson. McNair: Change of venue, denied. Motion to suppress a confession, denied.
"They're gluten free!"
i still love you
Linda: Oh, I almost forgot. Your father called, he wants to see you this morning. Arthur: My father? Must have been a wrong number. Linda: No, he said it was important.
Me and Arlene, we got it on together a couple of times. There's nothing like having a mother and a daughter. Gives you a sort of a kind of, a perspective. Know what I mean?
Arthur: My God, you've been busy. Stanford: We're merging, Arthur. It's a very big move.
Arthur: Martha, there's a nearly naked man in your living room. Martha: My doctor suggested that I try a little exercise.
Fairchild: My father died when I was ten. Arthur: Oh, I'm sorry. Fairchild: The big "C". Arthur: Yeah, well. Cancer? Fairchild: Oh, no, sir, he drowned in the big sea.
Maybe it could be different this time, if we try.
Secretary: More of Sullivan's correspondence. Paul: That's the lot? Warden: So far.
My name is Chris Sabian, and as of right now, all decisions go through me. No order is valid unless I give it. No action is taken unless prior approved by me.
My name's Alan and I bought a giraffe!
Je l' jasno Zarko
What does the public deserve to know about targeted killings by the government?
My Personal Cover of Sleeping with Sirens - With Ears to See and Eyes to Hear
My Personal Cover of Sleeping with Sirens - With Ears to See and Eyes to Hear
My Personal Cover of Sleeping with Sirens - With Ears to See and Eyes to Hear
Marília deserta, bela e secreta, por que que se vela e não me revela que além da procela há calma vela?
Mais que turba se aproxima / Cantarola a mesma hurra