Cat on a Hot Tin Roof act 1 scene 1

Brick: I've dropped my crutch.
Margaret: Lean on me.
Brick:No, just give me my crutch.
Margaret: Lean on my shoulder.
Brick: I don't want to lean on your shoulder, I want my
crutch! Are you going to give me my crutch or do I have
to get down on my knees on the floor and-
Margaret: Here, here, take it take it!
Brick: Thanks.
Margaret: We musn't scream at each other, the walls in this house have ears...but that's the first time I've heard you raise your voice in a long time, Brick. A crack in the wall? Of composure? I think that's a good sign...A sign of nerves in a player on the defensive!
Brick: It just hasn't happened yet.
Margaret: What?
Brick:The click I get in my head when I've had enough of this stuff to make me peaceful....Will you do me a favor?
Margaret:Maybe I will. What favor?
Brick:Just, just keep your voice down!
Margaret: I'll do you that favor, I'll speak in a whisper, if not shut up completely, if you will do me a favor and make that drink your last one till after the party.
Brick:What party?
Margaret:Big Daddy's birthday party.
Brick:Is this Big Daddy's birthday?
Margaret:You know this is Big Daddy's birthday.
Brick:No, I don't I forgot it.
Margaret:Well, I remembered it for you.
Brick:Good for you Maggie.
Margaret:You just have to scribble a few lines on this card.
Brick:You scribble something MAggie.
Margaret:It's got to be your handwriting; it's your present, I've given him my present; it's got to be your handwriting!
Brick:I didn't get him a present.
Margaret:I got one for you.
Brick:All right. You write the card, then.
Margaret:And have him know you didn't remember his birthday?
Brick:I didn't remember his birthday.
Margaret:You don't have to prove you didn't!
Brick:I don't want to fool him about it.
Margaret:Just write "love, Brick" for God's-
Brick:No.
Margaret:You've got to!
Brick:I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. You keep forgetting the conditions on which I agreed to stay on living with you.
Margaret:I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage.

It's a Wonderful Life

Potter: George, now that's what I like so much about
you. George, I'm an old man, and most people hate me.
But I don't like them, either, so that makes it all
even. You know, just as well as I do that I run
practically everything in this town but the Bailey
Building and Loan. You know, also, that for a number
of years I've been trying to get control of it or kill
it. But I haven't been able to do it. You have been stopping me. In fact, you have beaten me, George, and
as anyone in this county can tell you, that takes some
doing. Take during the depression, for instance. You
and I were the only ones that kept our heads. You saved the Building and Loan, I saved all the rest.

It's a Wonderful Life

Potter: Peter Bailey was not a business man. That's
what killed him. Oh, I don't mean any disrespect to
him, God rest his soul. He was a man of high ideals,
so-called. But ideals without common sense can ruin
this town. Now, you take this loan here to Ernie
Bishop....you know, that fellow that sits around all
day on his brains in his taxi, you know. I happen to
know the bank turned down this loan, but he comes here
and we're building him a house worth five thousand
dollar. Why?

It's a Wonderful life

George: Well, not just one wish. A whole hatful. Mary,
I know what I'm gonna do tomorrow and the next year and
the year after that. I'm shaking the dust of this crummy
little town off my feet and I'm gonna see the world.
Italy, Greece, the Parthenon..the Colesseum. Then I'm
coming back here and go to college and see what they know
and then i'm going to build things. I'm gonna build air
fields. I'm gonna build skyscrapers a hundred stories high.
I'm gonna build bridges a mile long. Well, are you gonna
throw a rock? Hey that's pretty good. What'd you wish, Mary?

Cool Hand Luke

Luke: Old Man, I know i'm a pretty evil feller who killed
people in the war and got drunk and chopped up municipal
merchandise. I admit I ain't got no call to ask for much.
But even so, you ain't dealt me no cards in a long time.
I mean it's beginning to look like you got it fixed so I
can't never win out. Inside, or out, it's just different
bosses and different rules. Where am I supposed to fit in?
Old Man, I got to tell you; I started out pretty strong and
fast but it's starting to get to me...When does it end?...
What you got in mind for me next? Old Man. What do I do now?
Awright. On my hands and knees a skin. Yeah that's what I
thought. I guess i;m just a hardcase adn I gotta find my way
out myself.

The Big sleep

Marlowe: I'm not going to. Look, angel. I'm tired. My jaw
hurts. My ribs ache. I killed the man back there. I had to
stand by when a harmless guy was killed. Do you think I can
tell them all that happened because Geiger tried to throw a
loop over Carmen. If I tell them that, they'll swarm over your
house so fast that every closet you and your family been in
for the last six years will look like a police convention. I'll
ask the same question, "Where's Shawn Regan? Why did Eddie Mars
hide his wife and try to make it look like she ran off with Regan?
Why did you hide out there, playing with dynamite?"

The big sleep

Gen. Sternwood: They are alike only having the same
corrupt blood. Vivian is spoiled, exacting, smart,
ruthless. Carmen is still a little child who likes to
pull the wings off the flies. I assume they have all the
usual vices, besides those they've invented for themselves.
If I seem a bit sinister as a parent, Mr. Marlowe, it's
because my whole darn life is too slight to include any
victorian hypocrisy. I need hardly add that any man who
lives as I've had and who indulges for the first time in
parenthood ay my age deserves all he gets. Well?

As you like it act 3 scene 5

Phoebe: Think not I love him, though I ask for him:
Tis' but a peevish boy; yet he talks well;
But what I care for words? yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
It is a pretty youth: not very pretty:
But, sure, he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him:
He'll make a proper man; the best thing in him is
his complexion; and yet faster than his tongue did
make offence his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall:
His leg is but so so; and yet tis well:
There was a pretty redness in his lip, a little
riper and more lusty red than that mix'd in his
cheek; 'twas just the difference between the
constant red and mingled damask. There be
some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him in
parcels as I did, would have gone near to fall in
love with him; but, for my part, I love him not nor
hate him not; and yet I have more cause to hate him
than to love him: For what had he to chide at me?
He said mine eyes were black and my hair black:
And, now I am remeber'd, scorn'd at me:
I marvel why I answer'd not again:
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write him a taunting letter, and thou shalt
bear it: wilt thou, Silvius?

The Merry Wives of Windsor Act 2 scene 1

Mistress Ford: We burn daylight: here, read, read; perceive
how I might be knighted. I shall think the worse of
fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference
of men's liking: and yet he would not swear;
praised women's modesty; and gave such orderly and
well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I
would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the
truth of his words; but they do no more adhere and
keep place together than the Hundreth Psalm to the tune
of 'Green Sleeves.' What tempest, I trow, threw this
whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at
Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best
way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire
of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever
hear the like?

The Merry Wives of Windsor Act 2 scene 1

The Comedy of Errors act 2 scene 1

Adriana:His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
from my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it:
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? If
voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
unkindness blunts it more than marble hard:
Do their gay vestments his affetions bait?
That's not my fault: he's master of my state:
what ruins are in me that can be found, by him
not ruin'd? then is he the ground of my
defeatures. My decayed fair a sunny look of his
would soon repair but, too unruly deer, he
breaks the pale and feeds from home; poor I am
but his stale.

A midsummer night's dream act 1 scene 1

Helena: Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Dmetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
more tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , when wheat
is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is
catching: O, were favour so, yours would I catch,
fair hermia, ere I go; my ear should catch your voice,
my eye your eye, my tongue should catch your tongue's
sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
the rest I'd give to be to you translated. O teach me
how you look, and with what art you sway the motion of
Demetrius' heart.