If Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts and they ride a horse, do you think they chafe their manbits?

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn’t have tried to turn ya into a snake.

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.

A stóirín, ya are a handful of trouble, but I kind of like it.

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my hand, love.

He’s not wearing…” Charlotte began.“I know. He doesn’t, ” Lydia answered.

Am I on your walk of shame? You did sleep with the right MacGregor, didn’t you?

There's nothing sweet about me, love, " he said.

My energies have been drained.Masturbating too much will do that.

Emotions like these didn't happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn't or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

For your next act, please don't pull any rabbits out of my... well, hat."....He licked playfully at her mouth. "And ya can't call my manhood 'rabbit'.

I’ve always thought that Binding was a bit like a war − both sides think they’re right, and neither wants to back down…the only difference is that you’re sleeping with the enemy.”-Evan

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

I think what has this day brought me and what have I given it?

Even today, England is a very repressed, repressive country, and there's pressure to be kind of a certain way, so people do things that ultimately make them sad.

Your task as a leader is to help others to succeed, not to strive only for your own success. If I don't trust your motives, nothing else will matter -because my primary concern is your integrity.

Staying together is a challenge. We all have to accept qualities in other people that aren't always exactly what we want or need.

When you think about the person responsible for creating the character and the dialogue, Bill Monahan, who's a Boston guy, obviously, his words roll off my tongue quite nicely.

What do you have when you have an agent buried up to his neck in sand? Not enough sand.

There is nothing more miserable and foolish than anticipation.

Not even let your left hand know when your right hand is donating