He wonders if perhaps Sick Boy’s success with women is based on his ability to raise one eyebrow. Renton knows how difficult it is. He’d spent many an evening practicing the skill in front of the mirror, but both brows kept elevating simultaneously.
Ace Rimmer: He’s looking so geeky he couldn’t even get into a science-fiction convention.
“Why are those needles and pins sticking out of your head?” asked the Tin Woodman.
“That is proof that he is sharp,” remarked the Lion.
Sydney: How do I look?
Dixon: For the record, that’s a question you never have to ask anyone.
Anna: One day, not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can’t act, and I will become some sad middle aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for awhile.
It takes a lot of money to look this cheap.
Norman Bates: I think I must have one of those faces you can’t help believing.
Tom: I had to call in a few favors. But if you don’t call in favors to look at women in bikinis and assign them numerical grades, what the hell do you call in favors for?
Carmen Sternwood: You’re not very tall are you?
Philip Marlowe: Well, I, uh, I try to be.
Dana: How much do you love me?
Dan: I want to grow a goatee.
Dana: Very, very bad idea. How much do you love me?
Dan: I think it would look good.
Dana: I think you would look like Colonel Sanders. How much do you love me?
Dan: A little less than I did before the Colonel Sanders thing.
The Lord prefers common-looking people. That is why he makes so many of them.
Mal: Okay, help me find our man. He’s supposed to be older, kind of stocky, wears a red sash crossways.
Kaylee: Why does he do that?
Mal: Maybe he won the Miss Persephone pageant. Just help me look.
Kaylee: Is that him?
Mal: That’s the buffet table.
Kaylee: Well, how can we be sure, unless we question it?
Mal: Fine. Don’t make yourself sick.
Tall. Tall and absurdly thin. And good natured. A bit like a preying mantis that doesn’t prey – A non-preying mantis if you like. A sort of genial mantis that’s given up preying and taken up tennis instead.
Doc Hopper: Find me a bear and a frog in a brown Studebaker.
Max: All I see is a bear and a frog in a rainbow Studebaker.
Margaret: I think that dress hikes up a little.
Dinah: No, it’s me that does.
Ally: So how has it come to this? We’re smart women, we’re fairly attractive.
Renee: I’m even hot.
She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all, but she didn’t wolf the smoke down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had quite a lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know.
Thorny: I’ll give you the fat guy for Foster. And uh, how about that stupid guy for Rabbit.
Ursula: Well, you’re going to have to be more specific, they’re both kind of fat and stupid.
There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face
Mal: There ain’t-a one of us looks the part more than the good doctor. I mean, the pretty fits, soft hands, definitely a moneyed individual. All rich and lily-white, pasty all over—
Simon: All right! Fine, I’ll go. Just… stop describing me.
You look like Helen of Troy after a good facial.
Half light, half shade,
She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
Her face was that of a boy gang-leader, smooth with the innocence of one who, by the same quirk as blinds a man to the mystery of whistling or riding a bicycle, has never mastered the art of affection or compassion or properly learned the moral dichotomy.
I had one guy at a gas station in New York say to me, “Hey, you look like Hugh Grant. No offense.”
Look up, laugh loud, talk big, keep the colour in your cheek and the fire in your eye, adorn your person, maintain your health, your beauty, and your animal spirits, and you will pass for a fine man.
Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.
Appearances are nothing…. And first of all they should not be feared, they are only dangerous to the weak.
Lucille: Look what the homosexuals have done to me.
Michael: You can’t just comb that out and reset it?
Rhoda Morgenstern: It’s a magnifying mirror! Mary, why didn’t you warn me? I thought it was a relief map of the moon. When they sell those magnifying mirrors they should include a printed suicide note.
Rhoda Morgenstern: I don’t know why I should even bother to eat this. I should just apply it directly to my hips.
Dr. Henry Gerber: Should we go into the examination room?
Ida Morgenstern: Alright, where’s the woman who’s going to examine me?
Dr. Henry Gerber: I’m going to examine you.
Ida Morgenstern: You? Why?
Dr. Henry Gerber: Why? Why do you think?
Ida Morgenstern: Because I think you get your kicks from seeing a woman my age naked.
Dr. Henry Gerber: Mrs. Morgenstern, I examine naked people all day long. I’ve been doing it for over 20 years.
Ida Morgenstern: Aw, come on doctor, you mean to say if uh, you don’t see an extraordinary body, you don’t let that stethoscope linger a little?
Dwight: The purse girl hits everything on my checklist: creamy skin, straight teeth, curly hair, amazing breasts. Not for me, for my children. The Schrutes produce very thirsty babies.
Megamind: You dare challenge Megamind?
Titan: This town isn’t big enough for two supervillains!
Megamind: Oh, you’re a villain all right, just not a super one.
Titan: Oh yeah? What’s the difference?
Rebecca: I love your face. It always brings me peace.
The Lorax: So you’re telling me that you didn’t see me magically appear out of that stump. With all the thunder and lightning. You didn’t see any of that?
Once-ler: No. But, that sounds amazing. Can I see some of that?
The Lorax: Yeah, I could show you. But that’s not how it works.
Holmes: Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me.
Lestrade: Yeah, it’s for shock.
Holmes: I’m not in shock.
Lestrade: Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs.
Dr. Jennifer Melfi: Do you have any qualms about how you actually make a living?
Tony Soprano: Yeah. I find I have to be the sad clown: laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.