Professor Fitz: Well, the cumulonimbus formations about which you speak that look like... Howard Hughes: Giant breasts full of milk. I want clouds, damn it. Professor Fitz: Yes, clouds that look like giant breasts full of milk, cannot exactly be guaranteed for any particular occasion. So you might have to... to wait. Howard Hughes: Then we'll wait. Look, whatever they pay you at UCLA I'm doubling it, all right? You work for me now. Find some clouds. Find some clouds! Find me some clouds! Hell's Angels Pilot: Welcome to Hell's Angels.
OY! Stop playing around and lets cook already!
Charlie Duke: I was able to look out the window to see this incredible sight of the whole circle of the Earth. Oceans were crystal blue, the land was brown, and the clouds and the snow were pure white. And that jewel of Earth was just hung up in the blackness of space.
Max Payne: [narrating] They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led to this point. I released my finger from the trigger. And then it was all over. The storm seemed to lose its frenzy. The ragged clouds gave way to the stars above. NYPD Deputy Police Chief Jim Bravura: [over megaphone from helicopter] Max Payne, this is Deputy Chief Jim Bravura from the NYPD. We've got the building surrounded. Throw down your weapons and lie down with your hands behind your head! Max Payne: [narrating] A bit closer to heaven.
Reese: This will be the most magnificent day of my life. I plan to float above the clouds and experience the joy that only birds can know. Dewey: You're going to fry yourself on high voltage wires. Reese: I'm not afraid. I have faith in my vision. I love you, Dewey. [Starts to float off] Reese: This is incredible! I can see the top of Dad's car from here! Dewey: I'll miss you at first! No, I'M as surprised as you are. No, I'm as SURPRISED as you are. No, I'm as surprised as YOU are.
Palpatine: Master Yoda. Do you really think it will come to war? Yoda: The dark side clouds everything. Impossible to see the future is.
Host: Something happened in the world that was a bright piece of hope for man. Such a thing occurs every few hundred, or a thousand years. Some genius rises, and man takes a new step toward a better life, a better culture. There is a difference with Dianetics and Scientology. *It* has *never* happened before, in all the countless years of time. In this brief moment, we have our temporary chance for handling and continuing life. Clouds loom over this culture and planet. In this short interval, in this one place, we have our freedom before us. We *can* arise above the decay - the final flash that will inevitably extinguish this planet. It is not our mission to save it. It is our mission to free you. You are an immortal being. Your life will not halt because this planet halts. You can go on. Now we could play this very low-key. We could sort of giggle and say, "We can help you a little to lead a slightly happier life." Yes, we could say that. Stating that, if you cooperated, we could make you more cheerful. But that would be like offering someone a diamond, and saying it was glass. Right this instant, you are at the threshold of your next trillion years. You will live it in shivering agonized darkness, or you will live it triumphantly in the light; the choice is yours, not ours. If you, this minute, say, "I will, for better or for worse, go on in Scientology," you will open the door to your own future. If you say otherwise, you slam tomorrow shut in your own face. I'm sorry, but that's the way it really is.
Grandpa Randolph: Did your mother ever tell you about the Fair Footed Flekk? Ryan Flynn: No. Grandpa Randolph: Once upon a time there were three men who decided to climb the tallest mountain in their country. These fellows knew if they succeeded, they would be showered with wealth and power by the king. They even referred to the mission as a "quest for paradise." Now, the king had a beautiful daughter, and he promised her hand to the bravest of the men. Halfway up the mountain, one of the men turned to the guide and said he couldn't justify the strain of another day's hiking just for the king's good blessings. Next morning, the second man decided the climb was foolish. Even if the king were offering pails of gold, he figured it wouldn't be worth spending from his deathbed. So, off he went. Now the last man - the last was chipper as a fox in a chicken coop! Already counting his good graces, anticipating wealth and happiness! Well, his excitement was short-lived as the guide outlined the final day's journey. Treacherous. This fellow just shook his head in disgust. I mean, for a spoiled child bride, it would take all the king's money to keep her happy, anyway. So, without even a proper fare-thee-well he turned on his heel and left the young guide alone. And you know what the guide did then? Ryan Flynn: Bailed? Grandpa Randolph: He went for it. Ryan Flynn: Cool. Grandpa Randolph: Cool! Yes. Ryan Flynn: So, then what? Grandpa Randolph: After two more days he reached the precipice and discovered a weathered bench, looked out over the countryside cupped his hands and shouted, "What paradise is this?" He was answered by a beautiful voice, "What paradise do you seek?" Ryan Flynn: The Fair Footed Flekk? Grandpa Randolph: Yeah, she skipped through the clouds as if she were light as air itself. She explained how the men he'd started with were glory seekers expecting paradise, but disappointed. Disappointed at the price. The young man was touched and moved as he looked over this tiny piece of the world, seeing with a clarity he'd never known. And a word tumbled from his lips... Paradise. Ryan Flynn: And the Fair Footed Flekk? Grandpa Randolph: Gone, into the clouds. *poof*... a memory. Ryan Flynn: Climbing the mountain was his reward? Grandpa Randolph: Climbing... was his *paradise*.
Grandpa Randolph: Once upon a time there were three men who decided to climb the tallest mountain in their country. Ryan Flynn: Which mountain? Grandpa Randolph: The tallest - that's the point. These fellows knew if they succeeded, they would be showered with wealth and power by the king. Ryan Flynn: For climbing a mountain? Grandpa Randolph: This happened a long time ago, when climbing a mountain wasn't a weekend sport. They even referred to the mission as a "quest for paradise." Ryan Flynn: This is an honest to goodness fable, huh? Grandpa Randolph: You'll see. Now, the king had a beautiful daughter, and he promised her hand to the bravest of the men. Ryan Flynn: So even if the guy was an ugly toad with fart's breath, she'd have to marry him. Grandpa Randolph: Yes, yes. Halfway up the mountain, one of the men turned to the guide and said he couldn't justify the strain of another day's hiking just for the king's good blessings. Ryan Flynn: Go on, Grandpa. Grandpa Randolph: Go on, go on, go on. Next morning, the second man decided to climb was foolish. Even if the king were offering pails of gold, he figured it wouldn't be worth spending from his deathbed. So, off he went. The last man... The last man was chipper as a fox in a chicken coop! Already counting his good graces... Anticipating wealth, wench, happiness! Ryan Flynn: The guy's stylin'. Grandpa Randolph: Guys stylin', yes. Well, his excitement was short-lived as the guide outlined the final day's journey. Treacherous. This fellow just shook his head in disgust. I mean, for a spoiled child bride, it would take all the king's money to keep her happy, anyway. So, without even a proper fare-thee-well, he turned on his heel and left the young guide alone. And you know what the guy did then? Ryan Flynn: Bailed? Grandpa Randolph: He went for it. Ryan Flynn: Cool. Grandpa Randolph: Cool! Yes. Ryan Flynn: So, then what? Grandpa Randolph: After two more days, he reached the precipice and discovered a weathered bench looked out over the countryside... cupped his hands and shouted, "What paradise is this?" He was answered by a beautiful voice. "What paradise do you seek?" Ryan Flynn: The Fair Footed Flekk? Grandpa Randolph: Yes, she skipped through the clouds as is she were light as air itself. She explained how the men he'd started with were glory seekers expecting paradise, but disappointed. Disappointed at the price. The young man was touched and moved as he looked out over this tiny piece of the world seeing with a clarity he'd never known. And a word trembled from his lips... Paradise. Ryan Flynn: And the Fair Footed Flekk? Grandpa Randolph: Gone... into the clouds. Memory. Ryan Flynn: Climbing the mountain was his reward? Grandpa Randolph: Climbing was his paradise.
Billy: It's finding the center of your story, the beating heart of it, that's what makes a reporter. You have to start by making up some headlines. You know: short, punchy, dramatic headlines. Now, have a look, what do you see? [Points at dark clouds at the horizon] Billy: Tell me the headline. Quoyle: Horizon Fills With Dark Clouds? Billy: Imminent Storm Threatens Village. Quoyle: But what if no storm comes? Billy: Village Spared From Deadly Storm.
Mike Enslin: [yelling at the top of his voice] We didn't do enough! Lily Enslin: [crying] Oh god! What are you talking about? We did everything we could have done! Mike Enslin: [still yelling] We should have helped her fight! Not filled her head up with bullshit stories of heaven, and clouds and nirvana! [flips over coffee table] Lily Enslin: [crying] She liked those stories! Mike Enslin: [no longer yelling] I need to get some cigarettes...
There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.
Narrator (Old Sayuri): [during the war while young Sayuri is working for the kimono maker] A year without news, except news of death. Rumors of citites evaporating into clouds of smoke. And than another year and another... Nothing. Rice... Work... Rice... Work... Nothing.
If you can't win by reason, go for volume.
Johnny Trinno: [giving the toast at Maz's wedding] So to recap, throughout it all, there's been a lot of laughter, and a few tears. But in the end the clouds parted, and the good Lord himself decided it was meant to be. And that's how I finished the regular season batting .706.
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
[Leafpool] waved her tail in greeting as she padded past Cloudtail and Daisy; as she left the clearing she heard Cloudtail meowing,
We're going to investigate,
Silence is freakin loud!
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