Joy Luck Club
Lindo (age 15, before seeing her husband for the first time) I have prayed to the gods many days for you, so that you were not too ugly or too old. (She sees her husband and realizes he is a boy.) I must have prayed too hard.
Lena: (to husband) Why do you have to be so
Independence Day (1997)
David Levinson: They’re using our own satellites against us.
Capt. Steve Hiller: I don’t think they traveled 90 million lightyears just to start a fight.
Steve: Was that an earthquake?
Jazmine: Not even a four-pointer. Go back to
The Truth About Cats & Dogs (1996)
Cosmetics Saleslady: We also have this new face cream which neutralizes the free radicals that attack the skin. Let me ask you: what’s your skin regime?
Dr. Abby Barnes: My regime? The regime from which the radicals are trying to get
Conspiracy Theory (1997)
Jerry: Love gives you wings. It makes you fly. I don’t even call it love. I call it Geronimo. When you’re in love, you’ll jump right from the top of the Empire State and you won’t care, screaming “Geronimo” the whole way down. I
Margaret: The course of true love…
Macaulay: …gathers no moss.
Dexter: Be whatever you want — you’re my redhead.
Tracey: Oh, Mike, put me in your pocket!
Macaulay: This is the Bridal Suite. Send us up some caviar sandwiches and a bottle of
The Cutting Edge
Kate: What were you raised in, a barn?
Doug: Honey, where I’m from we stand for the national anthem.
Anton: Pairs means two! You, you have no partner. You are skating nowhere. And you , where are you going? Back to Siberia? Skating on small pond is big
John Keating: We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry,
This is for The people holding hands And this is for the ones With broken hearts
What I’m trying to explain
Is in our lives
there?! come a day
When we’ll find those feelings Lost in the dark
The losin’, the
Father: You’re the answer, son.
You’re the answer to “are we alone in the universe”.
Son: Can’t I just… keep pretending I’m your son?
Father: You ARE my son. And I have to believe that you were sent here for a reason.
And even if