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Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
It gets to seem as if way back in the Garden of Eden after the Fall, Adam and Eve had begged the Lord to forgive them and He, in his boundless exasperation, had said, All right, then. Stay. Stay in the Garden. Get civilized. Procreate. Muck it up. And they did.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon--instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
A garden must be looked into, and dressed as the body.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
If we make our goal to live a life of compassion and unconditional love, then the world will indeed become a garden where all kinds of flowers can bloom and grow.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The male has been persuaded to assume a certain onerous and disagreeable role with the promise of rewards -- material and psychological. Women may in the first place even have put it into his head. BE A MAN! may have been, metaphorically, what Eve uttered at the critical moment in the garden of Eden.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
Life is extraordinarily suave and sweet with certain natural, witty, affectionate people who have unusual distinction and are capable of every vice, but who make a display of none in public and about whom no one can affirm they have a single one. There is something supple and secret about them. Besides, their perversity gives spice to their most innocent occupations, such as taking a walk in the garden at night.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.More [01/01/2000 12:01:00]
The Cat: Without my hat, I'm just your garden variety six-foot tall talking cat.More [08/26/2005 12:08:00]
Jeffrey: Holy Shit!
Simon Wilder: You think so? Looks like the regular variety out of the garden to me.More [11/20/2005 12:11:00]
The day that they attempt to bulldoze the first garden, if ten thousand people are standing there, the garden will never be bulldozed.More [04/06/2006 12:04:00]
I garden a lot in LA, so fashion consists of boots, work pants and T-shirts, unless I'm going out.More [05/23/2006 12:05:00]
“If we don't empower ourselves with knowledge, then we're gonna be led down a garden path.”More [08/16/2006 12:08:00]
“I do remember that first night. We attempted to fill the pool and discovered it had a leak. I think Michael Ritchie patched a leak. I remember him standing there with a garden hose, filling this tremendous pool. He was just determined.”More [08/22/2006 12:08:00]
Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy: Come join me. My garden needs tending.More [03/19/2007 12:03:00]
Mr. Freeze: Let me guess, Plant Girl? Vine Lady? Huh? Hand over the diamond Garden Gal, or I'll turn you into mulch!More [03/19/2007 12:03:00]
Jack Sparrow: Fine, we'll have a lovely garden party and you're not invited.More [05/31/2007 12:05:00]
Violet Devereaux: I bet they don't have gardens like this is New Jersey.
Caroline Ellis: Actually, it's "The Garden State".
Violet Devereaux: I very much doubt that!More [06/26/2007 12:06:00]
Cher: So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.More [07/24/2007 12:07:00]
Daisy Werthan: [Hoke and Daisy are driving to Boolie and Florene's for a Christmas party. Daisy, a Jew, is annoyed at the extraneous Christmas light displays] Everybody's wishing the Georgia Power Company a Merry Christmas.
Hoke Colburn: I bet Miss Florene got 'em all beat with the new house.
Daisy Werthan: If I had a nose like Florene's, I wouldn't go around wishing anybody a Merry Christmas!
Hoke Colburn: [laughs] Yes'm... but, I tell ya, I do enjoy a Christmas at their house.
Daisy Werthan: Of course, you're the only Christian in the place!
Hoke Colburn: Well, they got that new cook.
Daisy Werthan: [sighs] Florene never could keep help. Of course, it's none of my affair. Too much running around, if you ask me.
[Hoke agrees]
Daisy Werthan: The Garden Club this, the Junior League that... as if any of them would give her the time of day! But, she'd die before she'd fix a glass of iced tea for the Temple Sisterhood!
Hoke Colburn: [coming up on Boolie's house, looking at the gaudy light display] Oh, Lord, look what Miss Florene done done!
Daisy Werthan: If her grandfather, Old Man Friartack, could see this... what is it you always say?... he'd jump up out of his grave and snatch her bald-headed!
Hoke Colburn: [bursts out laughing as he lets Daisy out] HA! Jump up outta his grave and snatch her bald-headed! Miss Daisy, you oughta go on away from here!More [08/13/2007 12:08:00]
George Wilson: Martha! Where are the GD garden lanterns?More [08/26/2007 12:08:00]
Allen Clark: Don't worry about the snakes in your garden when you've got spiders in your bed.More [09/16/2007 12:09:00]
Dr. John Dolittle: [Lucky walks in on an intimate moment between John and Lisa] ... Oh, Mrs. Dolittle...!
Lucky: Yeah, baby!
Dr. John Dolittle: [to Lisa] Excuse me just one second, OK?
[to Lucky]
Dr. John Dolittle: Let's go.
Lucky: What a gyp.
Dr. John Dolittle: You mind if I have a little privacy, please?
Lucky: But it's fine when people watch us dogs do it, huh?
[John shuts the door on him; he continues]
Lucky: ... Fine to turn on the garden hose. Hey, you want a tip on a good position...?More [09/17/2007 12:09:00]
Bartleby: Hello, we'd like two tickets to New Jersey, please.
Bus Station Attendant: Jersey's sold out, sir.
Loki: What?
Bus Station Attendant: There's one at the same time tomorrow. I suggest you not underestimate the staggering drawing power of the Garden State, and show up two hours in advance.More [09/20/2007 12:09:00]
Officer Allen: Will he be OK, Doc?
Psychologist: The years spent in isolation have not equipped him with the tools necessary to judge right from wrong. He's had no context. He's been completely without guidance. Furthermore, his work - the garden sculptures, hairstyles and so forth - indicate that he's a highly imaginative... uh... character. It seems clear that his awareness of what we call reality is radically underdeveloped.
Officer Allen: But will he be all right out there?
Psychologist: Oh yeah, he'll be fine.More [10/06/2007 12:10:00]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name fat-body?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence what of Arabia?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty are you royalty?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golfball through a garden hose.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle.More [12/06/2007 12:12:00]
Gaz: Off to Job Club then?
Gerald: As a matter of fact, yes I bloody well am!
[he turns to Dave, who is still holding one of his garden gnomes]
Gerald: Put that back! *PUT* it back!More [12/06/2007 12:12:00]
[Michael Myers uses a garden tool to scratch Mikey's car]
Mikey: Okay, asshole... you wanna play? Trick or treat!
[Michael Myers grabs him by the throat]More [01/30/2008 12:01:00]
Rob: Top five things I miss about Laura. One; sense of humor. Very dry, but it can also be warm and forgiving. And she's got one of the best all time laughs in the history of all time laughs, she laughs with her entire body. Two; she's got character. Or at least she had character before the Ian nightmare. She's loyal and honest, and she doesn't even take it out on people when she's having a bad day. That's character.
[holds up three fingers]
Rob: Three;
[long pause, hesitantly]
Rob: I miss her smell, and the way she tastes. It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.
[shakes his head, recollecting, then looks back and lip synchs 'four' while holds up four fingers]
Rob: I really dig how she walks around. It's like she doesn't care how she looks or what she projects and it's not that she doesn't care it's just, she's not affected I guess, and that gives her grace. And five; she does this thing in bed when she can't get to sleep, she kinda half moans and then rubs her feet together an equal number of times... it just kills me. Believe me, I mean, I could do a top five things about her that drive me crazy but it's just your garden variety women you know, schizo stuff and that's the kind of thing that got me here.More [03/12/2008 12:03:00]
Sarah: [singing in the sky] Come little children, I'll take thee away / Into a land of enchantment / Come little children, the times come to play / Here in my garden of magic.More [03/18/2008 12:03:00]
Benjamin Hoffman: Night thoughts, Saturday, October the 3rd. Every girl is a flower garden with a compost heap at the bottom. And many a noble man has had to drown his dwarf wife in a zinc bath or strangle an idiot girl on a muddy common in order to draw attention to himself. Reality betrays us all.
Benjamin Hoffman: Reality betrays us, Ms Smith!More [03/18/2008 12:03:00]
Anton: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today because you're all dead... and it's all my fault. Mom, Dad, you fed me, kept a roof over my head until I killed you. Which I guess doesn't make me a very good son. But, I'm gonna try to change.
[hand twitches]
Anton: Mick, Pnub I'll never forget all those times we sat around, watched TV and got really, really stoned. And all those other times we just... well I guess that's all we did.
[picks flowers from garden and throws them over the 'graves']
Anton: Amen.More [04/09/2008 12:04:00]
Grasshopper: [singing] For dinner on my birthday, shall I tell you what I chose? Hot noodles made from poodles on a slice of garden hose/And a rather smelly jelly made from armadillo's toes/The jelly is delicious, but you have to hold your nose!More [04/29/2008 12:04:00]
Judas: On Thursday night, you'll find him where you want him, far from the crowd in the garden of Gethsemane...
Choir: Well done, Judas... Good old Judas...More [05/05/2008 12:05:00]
Pirate Pa: Bring out the cannon!
Mr. Lunt: We ain't got no ammo!
[Larry spots garden items]
Larry: Oh, yes, we do!More [05/15/2008 12:05:00]
Daniel Larusso: [practicing karate in garden when suddenly the gate busts open]
Mike Barnes: Hey shit head! Why'd you call the cops on me?
Daniel Larusso: Why'd you take the trees?
Mike Barnes: You have no proof.
Daniel Larusso: Did the tooth fairy leave the application?
[the two fight until Barnes has Daniel on the ground]
Mike Barnes: [steps on Daniel's throat] How'd you make it last year? Much less win?
Terry Silver: Let him up!
Mike Barnes: Who are you? His mother?
Terry Silver: Maybe.
[They fight until, Terry Silver has Mike by the hair]
Mike Barnes: [afraid he's going to fall, he leans a hand on Silver for balance]
Terry Silver: Don't touch me. Don't touch me!
Mike Barnes: [shaking lets go]
Terry Silver: Now, if I ever even see you on the same street with this kid I will seriously mess you up. Okay?
Mike Barnes: Ok...
Terry Silver: OKAY?
Mike Barnes: YES!
Terry Silver: [lets him go] Good!
[kicks his butt]
Terry Silver: Now get the hell out of here!
Mike Barnes: [zooms out of garden]
Terry Silver: [helping Daniel up] Who was that guy?
Daniel Larusso: The guy I'm going to be fighting.
Terry Silver: Oh. Well, here I brought your book.
Daniel Larusso: Thanks.
Terry Silver: Now let me give you a little lesson on how to deal with punks like that.More [05/23/2008 12:05:00]
Chaucer: Yes, behold my lord Ulrich, the rock, the hard place, like a wind from Guilderland he sweeps by blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor, we walk in the garden of his turbulence.
[crowd is silent, cricket noise]
Roland: Yeah.
Crowd: Yeahhhhh!More [06/18/2008 12:06:00]
[first title card]



Title Card:
The highly popular reviews at the Pleasure Garden Theater are staged by Mr. Hamilton.

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[first lines]



Pleasure Garden theatergoer:
That's an exquisite chorus line, Mr. Hamilton.



Oscar Hamilton:
Meet Patsy Brand.



Pleasure Garden theatergoer:
I had to meet you because I was charmed by that lovely curl of hair.



Patsy Brand:
[detaches the curl and presents it] Then I give it to you and hope you have a nice time. Now that wasn't a very clever line, was it?

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Barbara Worth:
Your dream is coming true. The desert will bloom like a paradise.



Willard Holmes:
You're wasting yourself here, Miss Worth - like an orchid in a bucket of sand.



Barbara Worth:
You don't know the desert as I do. It's beautiful.



Willard Holmes:
Beautiful perhaps for one moonlit night, but if you could see the big cities - if they could see you.



Barbara Worth:
To redeem the desert - to make it all one garden - isn't that a fine thing to do?



Willard Holmes:
But you don't belong here among these human cactus plants.

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Dr. Meade:
[to Scarlett] Now you've got to listen to me! You must stay here!



Aunt 'Pittypat' Hamilton:
Without a chaperon, Dr. Meade? It simply isn't done!



Dr. Meade:
Good heavens, woman! This is a war, not a garden party!

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Susannah Sheldon:
Are you all right, sir?



Sgt. McGregor:
Aye, lassie, it's just a wee nip of me hand.



Susannah Sheldon:
Have you seen Mr. Monty?



Sgt. McGregor:
Well, I can't say that I have.



Susannah Sheldon:
He isn't in the hospital with the wounded men, and he isn't around the garden or the stables. I've looked everywhere!



Sgt. McGregor:
Oh, dinna worry your head, lassie. Mr. Monty can take care of himself under any circumstances.

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[longer introduction to "Dance of the Hours"]



Narrator:
Now we're going to do one of the most famous and popular ballets ever written: the "Dance of the Hours" from Ponchielli's opera "La Gioconda". It's a pageant of the hours of the day. We see first a group of dancers in costumes to suggest the delicate light of dawn. Then a second group enters dressed to represent the brilliant light of noon day. As these withdraw, a third group enters in costumes that suggest the delicate tones of early evening. Then a last group, all in black, the somber hours of the night. Suddenly, the orchestra bursts into a brilliant finale in which the hours of darkness are overcome by the hours of light. All this takes place in the great hall, with its garden beyond, of the palace of Duke Alvise, a Venetian nobleman.

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Narrator:
[introducing "The Dance of the Hours"] Now we're going to do one of the most famous and popular ballets ever written, from Ponchielli's opera "La Gioconda" It's a pageant of the hours of the day. All this takes place in the Great Hall with its garden beyond of the palace of Duke Alvisa, a Venetian nobleman.

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Doctor:
But she loves the blind man.



Jaffar:
Do you call the lisping of two children in the garden love? Love she has yet to learn. But I'm here to teach her.

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Aunt Cassandra Hildegarde Denham:
Trowbridge Montrose, what were you doing snooping around outside my window at 1 o' clock in the morning?



Trowbridge Cadwallader Montrose:
I was walking through my garden, I always walk through my garden at 1 o' clock in the morning.

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Mr. Peters:
A book is a lovely thing, a garden stocked with beautiful flowers, a magic carpet on which to fly away to unknown climes.

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Don Esteban:
[after getting a shove from behind from Borgia] My Lord!



Cesare Borgia:
My garden is filled with beautiful women and you stand here like a brooding nemisis!



Don Esteban:
I was thinking.



Cesare Borgia:
Good. Practice makes perfect.


[Walking away]



Cesare Borgia:
You should listen though. You may learn something.

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Joe Gillis:
[narrating] Well, this is where you came in, back at that pool again, the one I always wanted. It's dawn now and they must have photographed me a thousand times. Then they got a couple of pruning hooks from the garden and fished me out... ever so gently. Funny, how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

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Daisy:
What kind of a garden do you come from?



Alice:
Oh, I don't come from any garden.



Daisy:
Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

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Professor Pierre Aronnax, narrator:
A strange twilight world opened up before me, and I felt as the first man to set foot on another planet, an intruder in this mystic garden of the deep.

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Nefer:
No. I brought you here only to show you the gate in my garden wall. Later, when all of my guests have gone... I will be here by my lotus pool.



Sinuhe:
Why do you tell me this?



Nefer:
Perhaps because I am fond of gifts, and the greatest gift any man can bring to a woman is his innocence, which he can give only once.

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Charlie:
Look, kid, I - how much you weigh, son? When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Billy Conn, and that skunk we got you for a manager, he brought you along too fast.



Terry:
It wasn't him, Charley, it was you. Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart! So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville! You was my brother, Charley, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them dives for the short-end money.



Charlie:
Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money.



Terry:
You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Charley.

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Jeff:
He killed a dog last night because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why? Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented.



Lt. Doyle:
Like an old hambone?



Jeff:
I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife.

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Lisa:
The last thing Mrs. Thorwald would leave behind would be her wedding ring. Stella, do you ever leave yours at home?



Stella:
The only way somebody would get that would be to chop off my - finger. Let's go down to the garden and find out what's buried there.



Lisa:
Why not? I always wanted to meet Mrs. Thorwald.

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Sabrina Fairchild:
[narrating] Once upon a time, on the north shore of Long Island, some 30 miles from New York, there lived a small girl on a large estate. The estate was very large indeed and had many servants. There were gardeners to take care of the gardens, and a tree surgeon on a retainer. There was a boatman to take care of the boats: to put them in the water in the spring, and scrape their bottoms in the winter. There were specialists to take care of the grounds: the outdoor tennis court and the indoor tennis court, the outdoor swimming pool and the indoor swimming pool. And there was a man of no particular title who took care of a small pool in the garden for a goldfish named George. Also on the estate, there was a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild, who had been imported from England, years ago, together with a new Rolls Royce. Fairchild was a fine chauffeur of considerable polish, like the eight cars in his care, and he had a daughter by the name of Sabrina. It was the eve of the annual six meter yacht races, and as had been tradition on Long Island for the past 30 years, the Larrabees were giving a party. It never rained on the night of the Larrabee party, the Larrabees wouldn't have stood for it. There were four Larrabees in all: father, mother and two sons. Maude and Oliver Larrabee were married in nineteen hundred and six and among their many wedding presents was a townhouse in New York and this estate for weekends. The town house has since been converted into Saks Fifth Avenue. Linus Larrabee, the elder son, graduated from Yale, where his classmates voted him the man Most Likely to Leave his Alma Mater Fifty Million Dollars. His brother, David, went through several of the best eastern colleges for short periods of time, and through several marriages for even shorter periods of time. He is now a successful six-goal polo player, and is listed on Linus's tax return as a six hundred dollar deduction. Life was pleasant among the Larrabees, for this was as close to heaven as one could get on Long Island.

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[Juliette is sunbathing in the nude]



Eric Carradine:
Ah! The Garden of Eden in Saint-Tropez!



Juliete Hardy:
Monsieur Carradine! And I suppose you are the Devil?



Eric Carradine:
Perhaps so. I've brought the apple anyway.

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