I don't believe in charmed lives. I think that tragedy is part of the lesson you learn to lift yourself up, to pick yourself up and to move on.
Hermione Granger: [after her faux pas about Luna's name] So... that's an interesting necklace. Luna Lovegood: It's a charm actually. It keeps away the Nargles. [awkward silence] Luna Lovegood: Hungry. I hope they have pudding. [the carriage starts rolling] Neville Longbottom: [whispering] What's a Nargle? Hermione Granger: [whispering] No idea.
Connor MacManus: Creative! It's a creative plan! Murphy MacManus: It's ridiculous! Probably based on some stupid shit ya saw in a movie! And here I am AGAIN all tyin' myself up with rope! What is the deal with you and rope? Honestly! Connor MacManus: It happens ta be a useful thing! Detective Duffy: You didn't get this from a movie... did you? Murphy MacManus: Well? Connor MacManus: The "Eiger Sanction," Clint Eastwood! And it worked like a fucking charm for him!
Charm School assistant: [the charm school teachers are inspecting each of the girls and they come to dowdy Marla Hooch] What do you suggest? Charm School instructor: [repulsed] A lot of night games.
Betty Parris: I want my mama. Abigail Williams: Your mama's dead and buried. Betty Parris: I'll find her! Let me fly! Mama! No! Abigail Williams: Why are you doing this? I told you, he knows now. Betty Parris: You drank blood Abby. Did you tell him that? [Abby slaps Betty] Abigail Williams: Don't you ever say that again! Betty Parris: You drank a charm to kill John Proctor's wife! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor! [Abby throws Betty on the bed and starts hitting her] Abigail Williams: Shut up! All of you. We danced. That is all, and mark this, if anyone breathe a word or the edge of a word about the other things, I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring with me a pointy reckoning that will shudder you! And you know I can do it. I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine. And I have seen some reddish work done at night. And I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down!
Boris Yellnikoff: [to audience] Why would you want to hear my story? Do we know each other? Do we like each other? Let me tell you right off, ok... I'm not a like-able guy. Charm has never been a priority with me. And just so you know, this is not the feel good movie of the year. So if you're one of those idiots who needs to feel good, go get yourself a foot massage. Boy on Street: Mommy, that man's talking to himself. Boy's Mother: Come on, Justin. Boris Yellnikoff: [to audience] What the hell does it all mean anyhow? Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nothing comes to anything. And yet, there's no shortage of idiots to babble. Not me. I have a vision. I'm discussing you. Your friends. Your coworkers. Your newspapers. The TV. Everybody's happy to talk. Full of misinformation. Morality, science, religion, politics, sports, love, your portfolio, your children, health. Christ, if I have to eat nine servings of fruits and vegetables a day to live, I don't wanna live. I hate goddamn fruits and vegetables. And your omega 3's, and the treadmill, and the cardiogram, and the mammogram, and the pelvic sonogram, and oh my god the-the-the colonoscopy, and with it all the day still comes where they put you in a box, and its on to the next generation of idiots, who'll also tell you all about life and define for you what's appropriate. My father committed suicide because the morning newspapers depressed him. And could you blame him? With the horror, and corruption, and ignorance, and poverty, and genocide, and AIDS, and global warming, and terrorism, and-and the family value morons, and the gun morons. "The horror," Kurtz said at the end of Heart of Darkness, "the horror." Lucky Kurtz didn't have the Times delivered in the jungle. Ugh... then he'd see some horror. But what do you do? You read about some massacre in Darfur or some school bus gets blown up, and you go "Oh my God, the horror," and then you turn the page and finish your eggs from the free range chickens. Because what can you do. It's overwhelming! I tried to commit suicide myself. Obviously, it didn't work out. But why do you even want to hear about all this? Christ, you got your own problems. I'm sure your all obsessed with any number of sad little hopes and dreams. Your predictably unsatisfying love lives, your failed business ventures. "Oh, if only I'd bought that stock! If only I-if only I purchased THAT house years ago! If only I'd made a move on THAT woman." If this, if that. You know what? Gimmie a break with your could have's and should have's. Like my mother used to say, "If my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a trolley car." My mother didn't have wheels. She had varicose veins. Still, the woman gave birth to a brilliant mind. I was considered for a Nobel Prize in physics... I didn't get it. But, you know, its all politics. It's like every other phony honor. Incidentally, don't think I'm-I'm bitter because of some personal setback. By the standards of a mindless, barbaric civilization, I've been pretty lucky. I was married to a beautiful woman who had family money. For years we lived on Beekman Place. I taught at Columbia. String theory.
Professor Moody: The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus charm could have hoodwinked it! Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year. Igor Karkaroff: You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye! Professor Moody: It was once my job to think as Dark Wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.
Caped Boy: Excuse me, ladies. You may remember me as the guy who came to dinner a few weeks ago with underwear on my head. My name is Keith Stat from Millburn, New Jersey. State bird, the mosquito. And as you may have heard, I am recently a crowned class B dungeon master. So if any of you would like to play D&D today, please speak now or forever hold your peace. [he chuckles, and there is an awkward silence at the table] Caped Boy: Anyone? Alexa! [Alexa gives him a withering glare] Caped Boy: Maybe you would like to join in? We do need a druid, and you have definitely cast a level 5 charm spell on me. Alexa: In your dreams, douche-bag! Caped Boy: Douche-bags are hygienic products; I take that as a compliment. Thank you. [Keith walks off] Alexa: Ewww!
Clarice Starling: I graduated from UVa, Captain; it's not exactly a charm school.
Jeffrey: Kat could I have a word? It'll only take a moment. Bunny: Well, let me think. You stole seven years of her life with your bullshit and your charm and now you'd like just a moment? [pause] Bunny: Sure, go right ahead.
I prefer intellect and charm. Good looks only take you so far. You don't have to be the best looking guy.
Solina: Does English charm work on English women? Simon Sheppard: Why not, Solina? One reason. Solina: I don't date men that I work with.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Hello. Who are you? Ron: Um... Ron Weasley. Gilderoy Lockhart: Really! And,uh, wh-who am I? Ron: Lockhart's memory charm backfired! He hasn't got a clue who he is! Gilderoy Lockhart: It's an odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here? Ron: No. Gilderoy Lockhart: Really? [knocks Lockhart unconscious with a rock]
Russell Hammond: [Russell grabs phone away from William] Hey, mom! It’s Russell Hammond. I play guitar in Stillwater. Hey, how does it feel to be the mother of the greatest rock journalist we've met? Hello? Hello...? Look, you've got a really great kid here. There's nothing to worry about. We're taking good care of him, and you should come to the show sometime - join the circus... Elaine Miller: Hey, hey, listen to me, mister. You're charm doen't work on me - I'm on to you. Of course you like him... Russell Hammond: Well, yeah... Elaine Miller: He worships you people. And that's fine by you as long as he helps make you rich. Russell Hammond: Rich? I don't think so... Elaine Miller: Listen to me. He's a smart, good-hearted fifteen year old kid with infinite potential. Russell Hammond: [Russell is stunned] Elaine Miller: This is not some apron-wearing mother you're speaking with - I know all about your valhalla of decadence and I shouldn't have let him go. He's not ready for your world of compromised values and diminished brain cells that you throw away like confetti. Am I speaking to you clearly? Russell Hammond: Yes - yes, ma'am... Elaine Miller: If you break his spirit, harm him in any way, keep him from his chosen profession which is law - something you may not value, but I do - you will meet the voice on the other end of this telephone and it will not be pretty. Do we understand each other? Russell Hammond: Uh, yes, ma'am... Elaine Miller: I didn't ask for this role, but I'll play it. Now go do your best. Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid. Goethe said that. It's not too late for you to become a person of substance, Russell. Please get my son home safely. You know, I'm glad we spoke. [Elaine hangs up] Russell Hammond: [Russell stands holding phone in stunned silence]
Michael Southfield: Outgrowing his boyhood charm and necessity, Bobby drifted into obscurity, like bacon bits in the salad of life. Life's salad is tossed many times, and Bobby dreamt of getting back on top.
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