“Heni!” she screamed one last time, gnashing her teeth against the eye in frustration, and as she bit the eye, it depressed. “Depressed” is a word that often describes someone who is feeling sad and gloomy, but in this case it describes a secret button, hidden in a crow statue, that is feeling just fine, thank you.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Vile Village – Lemony Snicket
Julian Bashir: Miles?
Miles O’Brien: Yeah?
Julian Bashir: It works… I’ve had a vision about the future… I can see it so clearly.
Miles O’Brien: What is it?
Julian Bashir: I’m going to kill Worf… I’m going to kill Worf!… that’s what I’m going to do… I see it so clearly!
Miles O’Brien: Kill Worf.
Julian Bashir: Yeah, kill Worf.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 6: Episode 7 – “You Are Cordially Invited”
“Goes back to what I said, doesn’t it?” said Ron, who was now shoveling mashed potato into his mouth. “She’s gone a bit funny. Lost her nerve. Women,” he said wisely to Harry, “they’re easily upset.”
“And yet,” said Hermione, coming out of her reverie, “I doubt you’d find a woman who sulked for half an hour because Madam Rosmerta didn’t laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer, and the Mimbulus mimbletonia.”Ron scowled.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – J.K. Rowling
“You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and… blow.”
Buffy: This means that whatever’s out there still needs a healthy, intelligent brain.
Xander: In other words, I’m safe!
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1: Episode 9 – “The Puppet Show”
I don’t even know how to begin to talk about Robin Williams. It seems ridiculous to try to remind people of his many standout roles and performances, because he was so iconic that any reminder is unnecessary. I could easily just post a list of his film, TV and stand-up works and everyone would instantly share my feelings by simply reading the list and having a thousand images and moments flash through their heads. I could highlight his unique talents at comedy and improvisation, in which he was in a class all by himself, or pull out examples of his dramatic roles throughout the years in order to needlessly prove that he was a real actor. I could point to his generous charity work, whether with the USO or St. Jude’s, or I could use the tragic circumstances of his passing to help bring awareness to depression and suicide. Yet instead I find myself flooded with moments, each tied to the most vivid of memories.
I remember Genie, because everyone remembers Genie. Continue reading
“You do an eclectic celebration of the dance! … But you keep it all inside!”
