We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Success is like a fart -- only your own smells nice.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it is also more nourishing.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The true charm of pedestrianism does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking. The walking is good to time the movement of the tongue by, and to keep the blood and the brain stirred up and active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to eye and soul and sense; but the supreme pleasure comes from the talk.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Austin: Basil, this coffee smells like shit.
Basil: It *is* shit, Austin.
Austin: Oh, well, it's not just me then.
Austin: [Smacks lips] It's a bit nutty.More [08/07/2005 12:08:00]
Fat Bastard: I've been tryin' to go legit.
Austin Powers: Of course...
Fat Bastard: But when you're an overweight child, in a society that demands perfection, your sense of right and wrong, fair and unfair will always be tragically skewed...
Austin Powers: Did you just soil yourself?
Fat Bastard: Maybe.
Fat Bastard: It did sound a little wet, there didn't it? Right at the end! Oooh! Heh heh heh. Let's have a smell all right? Oh, everyone likes their own brand, don't they? Oh, this is magic! Hmmm, wafting, wafting. Ok, anylisis. Ooh, smells like carrots in throw-up! Oh that could gag a maggot! I smell like hot sick... ass in a dead carcass! Even stink would say that stinks! You know when you go into an apartment building and you smell the other people's cooking on each floor and you go "What are they cookin'?" That, plus crap!More [08/08/2005 12:08:00]
Ron Burgundy: [after smelling the Sex Panther cologne] It's a formidable scent. It stings the nostrils. Why, to be honest with you, Brian, it smells like pure gasoline.More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
Veronica Corningstone: [after smelling the Sex Panther cologne] Ugh... it smells like a used diaper... filled with... Indian food!More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
Brian Fantana: Don't get me wrong, I love the ladies. I mean they rev my engines, but they don't belong in the newsroom!
Champ Kind: It is anchor*man*, not anchor*lady*! And that is a scientific fact.
Brick Tamland: I don't know what we're yelling about!
Brian Fantana: You're with us, Ron, what do you think?
Ron Burgundy: [shouting] She... Sh... It's terrible! She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon!
Brick Tamland: [shouts] Loud noises!More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
News Station Employee: It smells like Bigfoot's dick!More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
Ron Burgundy: I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal.
Veronica Corningstone: Really.
Ron Burgundy: People know me.
Veronica Corningstone: Well, I'm very happy for you.
Ron Burgundy: I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
Veronica Corningstone: My God, what is that smell? Oh!
Brian Fantana: That's the smell of desire my lady.
Veronica Corningstone: God no, it smells like, like a used diaper... filled with... Indian food! Oh, excuse me.
Brian Fantana: You know, desire smells like that to some people
Garth Holliday: What is that? Smells like a turd covered in burnt hair.
News Station Employee: Smells like Bigfoot's dick!More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
Garth Holliday: [after smelling the Sex Panther cologne] It smells like a turd covered in burnt hair!More [08/28/2005 12:08:00]
Marv: She smells like angels ought to smell. The perfect woman. The goddess.More [08/30/2005 12:08:00]
Marv: She smells like angels ought to smell.More [08/30/2005 12:08:00]
ZigZag: The sun is full bright today. And the tires are alive because the streets are covered with little pools that explode. I like the rhythm the city makes all on its own. The sounds and the smells and different people, all crashing down together. So loud they go invisible, silent. Just floating around like ghosts.More [10/03/2005 12:10:00]
Ebb Lipnicki: [after falling into a cespool] It smells like a butt down here!More [11/26/2005 12:11:00]
Guy Grenouille: Hey, moron! Hey! Moron! Duh! L-L-Look at me. I'm th-th-the waterboy. Duh! I got a wooden spoon! Duh!
Greg Meaney: [Bobby pictures the people who tomented him in the past] Smells like you need a shower, stinky!
[Meaney laughs evily]
Coach Red Beaulieu: You're fired!
[Red laughs evilly]
Bobby Boucher: [Captain Insano and Jim Simmonds laugh]
[Bobby becomes enraged]
Bobby Boucher: Stop makin' fun of me!
Guy Grenouille: Red thirty! Hut!
[Bobby chases Grenouille, screaming, then ramming and tackling him hard to the ground]
Coach Klein: [in amazement] Wow!
Derek Wallace: Damn!More [12/04/2005 12:12:00]
Julia: I puked.
Robbie: Okay. Don't worry.
Julia: I vomited in my hair.
Robbie: All right.
Julia: Does my hair smell bad?
[Robbie smells her hair]
Robbie: No, it smells good, actually.More [12/18/2005 12:12:00]
Coop: When we first started hanging out together this morning we were just friends, but things change, and I've fallen in love with you. I just know that if you gave me a chance, I could make you feel so good. So, I am coming, not as your buddy, and not as a co-counselor, but for the first time as a man, a man who loves a woman, and who wants to hold her and provide for her, and yes-have sex with her, but no seriously Katie, I love the way you laugh and I love the way your hair smells and I love it that sometimes for no reason you're late for shul, and I don't care that you're bowlegged and I don't care that you're bilingual, all I know is that I would have said no to every single person on your list because I've always wanted you.More [12/30/2005 12:12:00]
I'm investing in a company that has patented wallet technology that will deodorize currency. That way people won't have to deal with money that smells funny.More [03/20/2006 12:03:00]
President Harris: [to the U.N] So, an Indian, a Frenchman, and the Pope are all on a plane. The pilot says, "Hey, are any of you not circumcised?" So the Pope lifts up his robe and says, "Shut up, stupid! You don't even speak English!" The Israeli asks the Japanese guy to open his eyes, but the Japanese man says, "I'm not squinting you crazy Jew, you're the one who sold me these cheap glasses!" What's the difference between a Belgian and a lump of dog shit? The Belgian drinks wine, but the dog shit smells good.More [02/22/2007 12:02:00]
Aardvark Dad: [questioning Manny] Say buddy, not to cast aspersions on your survival instincts or nothin' but haven't mammoths pretty much gone extinct?
Manfred: What are you talking about?
Aardvark Dad: I'm talking about *you* being the last of your kind.
Manfred: Uh, your breath smells like ants.More [03/08/2007 12:03:00]
Ms. Tucker: [to Brucie] You wish I'd kiss you 'cos your breath smells like eight cans of shark shit.More [04/04/2007 12:04:00]
Wilbur: You did it Lewis, you did it!
[sees Bowler Hat Guy and gasps and attacks him]
Wilbur: I'll hold him while you run for help.
Lewis: [pries Wilbur off the Bowler Hat Guy and Wilbur is struggling to get free] Let him go!
Wilbur: Wh-what are you doing? He's the bad guy!
Lewis: No, he's not, he's my roommate...
Lewis: [pulls Wilbur aside]
Lewis: Look, I want you guys to adopt him.
Wilbur: Are you nuts?
Lewis: Give me one good reason why no...
Wilbur: I'll give you three good reasons: one: he stole our time machine, two: he tried to ruin your future, and three: he smells like he hasn't showered in thirty years!
Lewis: [grabs Wilbur by the ear] Don't forget I'm your father, you have to do what I say.More [05/09/2007 12:05:00]
Charlie: Hmm. I have this dream. I'm driving a bus, and my teeth start falling out. My mum is in the back, eating biscuits. Everything smells of bacon. It's weird. 'Course I don't wake up screaming.More [05/21/2007 12:05:00]
Neal Oliver: [In the scene Ray is showing Neal cards in qiuck succession and he has to say what suit they are] So did I pass?
Ray: No! *shows him the cards* But few people do.
Neal Oliver: Black hearts? Red spades? Come on, that's like cheating.
Ray: Ah, experience has conditioned you into thinking that all hearts are red and all spades are black because their shapes are similar. It's easier for your mind to interpret them based on that past experience instead of being open to the idea they could be different. We see what we expect to see, not necessarily what's really there. Children who have never played cards always pass this test. Makes you wonder how many other things are right in front of you - sights, sounds, smells that you can't experience because you've been conditioned not to. The good news is, if we do the test again, you'll pass. Once you're aware that there can be black hearts and red spades you'll be able to perceive them. Our brain's wiring is like the interstate highway system. It's easier to go from one well-traveled place to another. But the places in between, off the highway, even though they're there, most people zip right past them.
Neal Oliver: Well, that's a cool trick, but there aren't any card games with red spades and black hearts.
Ray: Well, how would you know?More [06/24/2007 12:06:00]
Guard Falzon: It smells like someone shit in your mouth.
Pinball: He told me he loved me.More [07/12/2007 12:07:00]
Conan: For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.More [07/12/2007 12:07:00]
Calleigh Duquesne: That smells good.
Eric Delko: What, cafe Cubano? Put some hair on your chest.
Calleigh Duquesne: Don't you just say the sweetest things.More [07/22/2007 12:07:00]
Dijon: Everything smells delicious when you're rich!
[smells his cape]
Dijon: Even me!More [08/12/2007 12:08:00]
Becky Ann Leeman: [Becky is on the swan float] It smells funny. It smells like gasoline!
Gladys Leeman: So, what? Everything in Mexico smells that way.
Becky Ann Leeman: My dress will reek, Mother!
Gladys Leeman: I don't care. You wanted this, so get your ass up there and show me some teeth!
[blows a kiss]
Gladys Leeman: Love ya, baby!More [08/12/2007 12:08:00]
[to a rat]
James Bond: Well, one of us smells like a tart's handkerchief.
James Bond: I'm afraid it's me. Sorry, old boy.More [08/27/2007 12:08:00]
Rat #1: [John has just arrived at the home of his old friend, Sam Litvack, for a CAT scan] ... What's your problem?
Rat #2: Your face.
Rat #1: I'll hit you so hard, you'll see 10 more of me.
Rat #2: It already SMELLS like 10 more of you. So just bring it on, cheese-eater... Hey, you gerbil!
Rat #1: [They both notice John staring at them for the first time] ... What are YOU looking at?
Dr. John Dolittle: I'm just looking at a couple of greasy rats fighting over some garbage.
Rat #2: Come HERE and say that, you 4-eyed bubble-headed doofus biped! I'll get bubonic on your ass!
Dr. John Dolittle: What if I take that light bulb there, and put it between your little rat butt cheeks, and make a little rodent lamp out of you?
[notices that Sam Litvack has joined him]
Dr. John Dolittle: ... I'm sorry, Sam; how are you?More [09/17/2007 12:09:00]
Jack McDermott: I don't want him next to me. He smells like tuna fish.More [09/28/2007 12:09:00]
[Buddy sees the mail room for the first time]
Buddy: It's just like Santa's workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms... and everyone looks like they wanna hurt me...More [10/08/2007 12:10:00]
Everything I buy is vintage and smells funny. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend.More [10/29/2007 12:10:00]
Sarah: There's a dead body in my bed and it smells like shit and it looks even worse. And if you don't get your ass up here now, my Daddy's gonna lay you down next to her. I swear to fucking God!More [11/24/2007 12:11:00]
[Room 309 is buzzing, Ted answers]
Ted the Bellhop: What do you want now, for Christ sakes? Who died?
Sarah: I don't know, but she's in my bed.
Ted the Bellhop: What?
Sarah: There's a dead body in my bed.
Ted the Bellhop: Nonsense! That's just your brother sound asleep.
Sarah: No! There's a woman's dead body *inside* the bed in the mattress.
Ted the Bellhop: You saw the body?
Ted the Bellhop: Impossible! You've got the ointment on your eyes. You can't see shit! Now go to sleep!
[hangs up, but the room is still buzzing, answers again]
Ted the Bellhop: Go to sleep!
Sarah: I washed it off.
Ted the Bellhop: The mentholatum?
Sarah: Yeah. Didn't you ever think to do that? Get your ass up here and call the police, because there's a dead body in my bed, and it smells like shit, and it looks even worse. And if you don't help us, my dad is going to lay you down right next to her, I swear to fucking God!
[hangs up, dial tone]
Ted the Bellhop: I am coming up there right this minute! And if there isn't a dead body in that room by the time I get up there, I'm going to make one! You...
Ted the Bellhop: Little bitch.More [11/24/2007 12:11:00]
Lisa: Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acid stains you, drugs cause cramps, gun aren't lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful, you might as well live.More [12/23/2007 12:12:00]
Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
Will: Why thank you.
Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.More [01/01/2008 12:01:00]
[Dustin and Matt go on Jimmy's tour bus to put their demo tape on there]
Matt: I've been holdin' it for two days, dude. It's about to go downtown.
Dustin: That's a good idea; why don't you take a crap on his bus. He'd appcreciate that.
[Matt enters bathroom while Dustin changes tapes]
Dustin: [Matt starts to sing while he's pooping]
Dustin: Dude, let's go.
Matt: Whoa-ho! Dude, I might not get a piece of Jimmy Wilson, but he sure got a piece of me!
Dustin: Dude, that smells like hermit crap.More [01/15/2008 12:01:00]
John Gustafson: I am going down and apologizing to Maria.
Max Goldman: You traitor, you Benedict Arnold.
John Gustafson: Yeah, yeah.
Max Goldman: Finally. I didn't think he would last that long.
[Grabs milk and smells it]
Max Goldman: Smells alright to me.More [01/16/2008 12:01:00]
Laurie Strode: [after talking to Annie on the phone] Guess what, Tommy.
Tommy Doyle: What?
Laurie Strode: Lindsay Wallace is coming over!
Tommy Doyle: What? She can't come over here! What if the guys see her?
Laurie Strode: So?
Tommy Doyle: 1: She's a girl. 2: She's not a boy. And 3: She smells like you.
Laurie Strode: This is going to be a long night.
Tommy Doyle: ...for the both of us.More [01/24/2008 12:01:00]
Ben: This place is disgusting! Our hotel room smells like sweaty balls! Everyone is just drunk and looking for a fight- and you! You threw up six times yesterday, how do you even do that?More [02/11/2008 12:02:00]
Megan: [about the inside of Gracey Manor] Smells like Grandma's house.
Michael: Worse, it smells like Grandma.More [02/11/2008 12:02:00]
Mr. Pendanski: It smells like puke from a mule been 'ruminating on asparagus for two weeks.More [03/18/2008 12:03:00]
Sassy: Nothing smells worse than wet dogs.More [03/24/2008 12:03:00]
Chance: [seeing a poop] Wow! That's as big as Sassy!
Sassy: Thanks, precious.
Chance: Only it smells better!
Sassy: At least I don't roll in it like some species!More [03/24/2008 12:03:00]
Chance: Are we going in circles? That tree smells familiar.
Shadow: It's pine, Chance.More [03/24/2008 12:03:00]
Ned: I love the smell of hot dogs in the evening. Smells like... hot dogs.More [04/11/2008 12:04:00]
Sam: [Sam arrives at Jared's boat that he's trying to repair] Hey.
Sam: Smells good over there.
Sam: Smells good in there.
Jared: Yeah, that's my famous chili and corn bread.
Sam: Last time you made your chili and corn bread your ex-girlfriend was on the island. Then, the time before that, you brought home a pregnant, flea-infested, three-legged dog.
Jared: Last time a storm came trough here, like that last one, Kam Jackson. You remember Kam Jackson? Found that golden cross, remember, on the north side of the island? That hurricane that just came trough here moved so much sand, who knows how many shipwrecks it uncovered?
Sam: So this is where your, uh, chili comes in?
Jared: No, I'm just saying I should be out there prospecting.
Sam: Quit your job?
Jared: No, I was fired, but it's all part of the plan. I'm just gonna get this thing going, get the boat shaped up, make a big find, and we'll live the rest of our lives on our own clock.
Sam: I thought we already were.
Jared: Yeah, but we'll be rich.
[he trips through a hole in the floor]
Sam: You okay? Here, let me see.
Jared: I'm all right.
Jared: Stinking boat.
Sam: You know I'd live on this broken boat with you, right?
Jared: I love it when you say stuff like that.
[they end up kissing on the floor]More [04/21/2008 12:04:00]
[Gazing at the giant peach]
Aunt Sponge: It smells delicious!
Aunt Spiker: No! It smells like money.More [04/29/2008 12:04:00]
Julie: Why did you do it? Why Pres?
Preston Dillard: Because I love her
Julie: But you had my love!
Preston Dillard: And lost it.
Julie: Wasn't that memory more real than anything she had to give to you?
[Preston walks away]
Julie: Don't be cross with me, Pres. Just tell me. You must!
Preston Dillard: Please don't, Julie!
Julie: Sha'll I cry for you? Nobody ever made me cry but you... And that was only twice! Do you remember?
Preston Dillard: Yes
Julie: How much do you remember?
Preston Dillard: Everything you ever said or did. But thats the past now. Done. Finished.
Julie: I 'ought to have came to you. I wanted to so terribly... I't was because I wanted to so much that i couldn't. You do understand that don't you Pres?
Preston Dillard: I didn't understand. I just knew what you did.
Julie: But you had to come back home didn't you? You had to come back to the country and the things you know... Because you belong here! Nothing can change that. Listen... Can you hear them? The night noises? The Mocking bird in the magnolia. See the moss hanging from the moonlight. You can fairly taste the night can't you? You're part of it Pres and it's part of you. Like I am. You cant get away from us Pres, we're both in your blood. This is the country you were born to, the country you know and trust. Your country Pres! Amy wouldn't understand. She'd think there'd be snakes...
Preston Dillard: Julie please!
Julie: It isn't tame not like the North. It's quick and dangerous, but you trust it! Like how the fever mist smells in the bottoms, rank and rotten but you trust that too. Because it's part of you. Just as I'm part of you and we'll never let you go!
[Julie kisses Preston, he pushes her away]
Julie: Pres you're afraid!
[Preston glares at her angrily and walks away]More [05/05/2008 12:05:00]
City Official, Crazy Jopponian: [after Jonah says he was swallowed by whale] How do we know if he is telling the truth, sire?
King Twistomer: Smell him.
City Official, Crazy Jopponian: Excuse me, sire?
King Twistomer: Smell him.
[official smells Jonah and faints]More [05/15/2008 12:05:00]
Juno MacGuff: What about Katrina De Voort? You could totally go out with Katrina De Voort.
Paulie Bleeker: No, I don't like Katrina. She smells like soup. Have you ever smelled her? I mean, her whole house smells like soup!More [05/17/2008 12:05:00]
Juno MacGuff: He said her house smells like soup.
Leah: Oh my god it does! I was there like four years ago for her birthday party. It's like Lipton landing!More [05/17/2008 12:05:00]
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