Those are the most interesting ones - the stories that we never tell anyone.
- Zach, Desperate Housewives, 1.05
Being coy is a strategy best employed by virgins at their first dance. For women of our age, it’s just annoying.
- Mrs Huber, Desperate Housewives, 1.04
Move over refrigerators - here’s what’s cool.
- Murray, Flight of the Conchords, 2.08
Flight of the Conchords, 2.08
- Dave: You guys seem a little cooler than usual today. Usually you wear clothes from the '70s.
- Jemaine: They're not from the '70s, they're from New Zealand.
- Dave: Uh, isn't that the same thing?
Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.
- Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill
Jim: Dwight. This, balloon fits in the palm of my hand. You haven’t blown ‘em up enough. Why have you chosen brown and gray balloons?
Dwight: They match the carpet!
Jim: What is that? It is your birthday period.
Dwight: It’s a statement of fact.
Jim: Not even an exclamation point?
Dwight: This is more professional. It’s not like she discovered a cure for cancer.
The Office, 5.14
So have you thought about what you’re going to say when he hands you the diploma? I can’t decide between “thank you” and “thank you so much.” It’s a significant moment, and I want to do it right. If I say just plain “thank you,” it sounds kind of casual, like he’s handing me a slice of pizza. But “thank you so much” sounds weird, like I’m acknowledging applause after singing a love ballad.
- Paris, Gilmore Girls, 7.21
Gilmore Girls, 7.21
- Emily: Why didn't she just say yes?
- Lorelai: I think she’s not sure she wants to marry him, mom.
- Emily: That’s ridiculous, he’s a Huntzberger. An offer like this doesn't come around every day.
- Lorelai: It’s a marriage proposal, not a sale on linens.
Gilmore Girls, 7.21
- Rory: Logan and I have this romantic afternoon planned.
- Lorelai: Oh? Really?
- Rory: We're spackling.
- Lorelai: Oh. Well, spackle well, or whatever one says to encourage a successful spackle.
- Rory: Have a good spackle?
- Lorelai: Spackle on.
- Rory: Break a spackle?
- Lorelai: Knock on spackle if things work out.
Every morning since I’ve been in Elgin, I get up at the same time, which is really, really nice. It’s weird to have that kind of routine. And I’m getting things done. There’s a piano in the house and I’ve been playing it every day. I can play with both hands. I’m getting really good. And I look out the window and it’s really pretty, like so much space and nobody there. Except, oh my god, all last week, every day, I saw the same man running past and I can’t figure him out. He’s easily forty five years old, and he looks Russian. Like I would imagine everyone in Russia looked like in 1965. He has thick, jet black hair and this big, bushy moustache and he dresses like he’s still in the ’60s. He runs in such a weird, stiff way. I think he’s a Soviet billionaire, or he’s a spy in hiding. I just want to know where he’s going to badly. Since I’ve seen him, I’ve been noticing that everything here doesn’t seem like it’s from the right time. Like, I walk past the newsagency in the village and their window display can’t have changed in fifteen years. The magazines have been bleached by the sun and the models on the covers don’t have faces any more. And outside the pub there are two old men, who just sit there all day wearing tweed and club caps and looking bewildered, like they’re waiting for their bus back in the 1940s. In the evenings, I can sit on the roof outside my bedroom, and it’s dark and I can really think. And I realised last night that, you take in so much information in the course of every day, but it’s up to you how you interpret it. You decide that it’s lizards running the world, and in a day you see two lizards, which you wouldn’t have even picked out before, but now they’re super significant, because you’re switched on to lizards - nothing else.
- Cassie, The Lost Weeks
