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Wow, Johnny. I send you out for reinforcements and you come back with an old man, a nerd and this little hobbit guy. Great job.
Lieutenant Governor Khan is the Governor in a funhouse mirror. He's short, rotund, and balding. I'm
Harold, Julia - are you kidding? There's nothing - nothing - I've ever wanted more. My whole life. I just never thought - He stopped; he was speaking in fragments. For a minute they were all quiet, and he was finally able to look at both of them.
Beloved King of Comedy.
-Am I allowed to call you Grayson, or have you assumed a new identity as well?
-He's Frank.
Zitner said hell would freeze over before something like that happened. Harold had a brief image of Adolf Hitler and Judas Iscariot handing out ice-skates and went on heaving sandbags.
Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.
Albert tin. Why're
the son of Olaf. The latter was a tall,
My friends call me Keith, but you can call me John.
It's Russell Montgomery the Third, actually," said Rusty, still grinning. "But I'd be obliged if you keep that bit of information to yourself."
"I don't imagine any of us cares enough to remember," Jared said.
Don't call me Shirley!
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
I think that Harold MacMillan is a very intelligent man, who, as so often happens in politics, achieved supreme power too late.
Cyril, church warden and lead tenor in the choir, lives with mother, banned from unsupervised contact with schoolchildren; Harold, drunk dentist, early retirement, pretty thatched cottage off the Bodmin road, one son in rehab, wife in the bin.
Who am I, Joshua? Name me.Joshua-- Mora Early
Mitch", but then reattach it and call it "Mitch-all-together.
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
Call me Richard, I love it when you call me Richard.
Say, who is this Mr. King?" "What Mr. King?" asked Ramona, walking into his trap. "Nosmo King,
Markham," I tell him. "Ky Markham." Because that's the name she knows me by. That's my real name now.
Honey?" she asks. "Don't call me that," I snap. "What? Honey?" she asks. "Yes," I snap again. "What do you want me to call you?" she asks, indignantly. "CEO?" She stifles a giggle. "Oh Christ." "No, really Patrick. What do you want me to call you?" King, I'm thinking.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Destroy me, Jonathan.
Ulick Norman Owen.
Actually, Herbert-Miller. But call me Grace. Come in, please.
I have a treasure trove of Baker memories, all of which reinforce my sense of Howard Baker as one of the most decent people with whom I have worked. While I was simply a young staffer, he never treated me or my colleagues as anything else but equals.
I'll tell you why I'm Shirley," Count Olaf said. "I'm Shirley because I would like to be called Shirley, and it is impolite not to do so.
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
Professor Henry Higgins: Oh, Pickering, for God's sake stop being dashed and do something!
RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR!
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
So the first time I ever came into contact with O'Toole was at one of these very gatherings. I remember it well because I'd just punched Harold Pinter down a flight of stairs. Oh yes, I'm afraid so. No long dramatic pauses this time, Harold; he got one right on the side of the jaw. Wham!
his college girlfriend, Everett.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
Heifer."
"Rich man's whore!"
"At least mine can cook the food he eats. And replaces it, too."
"Now see, Dee-Ann Smith. That was just mean!
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
I, Georgie, am Mr. Bob Gray, also known as Pennywise the Dancing Clown. Pennywise, meet George Denbrough. George, meet Pennywise. And now we know each other. I'm not a stranger to you, and you're not a stranger to me. Kee-rect? " George
Ahh . . . him I don't like.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
Mr. Bentley - He builds fast trucks.
Richard Dawson must
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
Call me Ishmael.
Call me Richard. That's my real name. Call me that.
The bastard - no other name was necessary, from now on the man formerly known as J.D. would simply be called The Bastard, The Prick, or The Shithead.
Sergeant Stephan Schneider
JEAN
I need him like the axe needs the turkey.
HARRINGTON
Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
THE KING IN THE NORTH!
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!.
Tom. I'd like to
I knew personally many figures in this novel: Harold Urey, who greeted me at the grad students reception at UCSD in 1963; Karl Cohen, my father-in-law;
I have been asked whether I wish to nominate a successor, an inheritor, a dauphin or delfino. I have decided to name Christopher Hitchens.
LORD ILLINGWORTH. As George Harford I had everything I wanted. Now I have merely everything that other people want, which isn't nearly so pleasant.
Who is this repulsive dwarf?
Hayes. Peter Hayes.
The wealthiest and most popular boy at the circumcision school.
I know I'm immature in some ways, but inside me there's a cranky old lady yelling at the damn kids to get off her lawn. She's been there awhile. I've decided to call her Mabel.
Here comes Johnny!
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Westside Hochdeutsch mafia, biggest of the big, construction, savings and loans, untaxed billions stashed under an Alp someplace, technically Jewish but wants to be a Nazi, becomes exercised often to the point of violence at those who forget to spell his name with two n's. What's he to you?
Sir McHotpants Von Grabby Hands
The old joke was Mitch Leigh, land baron, barren land.
Lord Henry, you are quite delightful and dreadfully demoralizing.
I dropped back onto Dad's stool with my mouth open. Gerald Whipplethorn? I wanted to babysit, but Gerald wasn't worth it. The kid annoyed me like an itchy scab you couldn't pick off. He was the worst. The absolute worst. I
Matthew Watkins: I need an afternoon pick-me-up. I accept cash and/or prizes that can be exchanged for cash. Also, hobbits.
This is how you answer a door in my neighborhood. WHO IS IT?
Unkingly, in so many ways, My King.
Is there some kind of trouble? Did he do something to the real Hogfather?"
SQUEAK.
"Why won't he tell me?"
SQUEAK.
"Thank you. You've been very helpful.
John. I would ask you what you are doing, but I fear you would actually tell me.
I think you would like Warren. He drinks Courvoisier in a Coke can, and has a laugh like you'd find in a cartoon bubble.
I started after him ... and the clown looked back. I saw Its eyes, and all at once I understood who It was."
"Who was it, Don?" Harold Gardner asked softly.
"It was Derry," Don Hagarty said. "It was this town.
I swore I'd never become some lord's brainless arm ornament and political host, but I've become far worse. I'm a glorified housekeeper and sperm donor.
-from the journal of Payton Marcus Townsend.
He held out a hand, I am Lord Bradley, noble nobody if you must know, and greatest source of annoyance to his lordship, Roland. My brother-in-law.
Ethan Sullivan, registered smart-ass
I don't want to demonise 'Johnny.' I was really proud of what he achieved. Especially within stand-up. He was quite a unique voice. I will always possibly be trading off 'Johnny's name, but there's a lot more things that I'm able to do now - the strengths that 'Michael' can bring to it.
Jacob." A whisper of the past.
Jane!
Mr. Rochester!
David Levi is a teacher as well as a chef, and, like most teachers, he loves to talk.
I am and always will be an HRH. But out of personal choice I like to be called William because that is my name and I want people to call me William - for now.
John-who-wasn't-gonna-get-none-- J.r. Ward
Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.
The entire island knows our father, Fred Hemmings, Jr. - kids, adults, surfers, the governor, grocery clerks, gang members who call our house at night and threaten to kill us as soon as they get out of jail. Fred was a world-champion surfer and is now a well-known, controversial politician.
Marvin the Paranoid Android
The noble lord is the Rupert of debate.
Pirate Frank. Walks the Plank.
I fink I gots deaf on me willie.
Elrond," Bruce said. "The Council of Elrond. From Lord of the Rings. It's the meeting where they decide to destroy the One Ring."
"Jesus," Annie said. "None of you got laid in high school, did you?
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
The Billy Carter of the British monarchy.
He was apparently a small man, according to Mr. Higgins, with girly features, curly hair . . . and the heart of a rascal.
Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
Edmund, give a special goodbye to Trumpkin for me. He's been a brick.
In January 1962, when I was the author of one and a half unperformed plays, I attended a student production of 'The Birthday Party' at the Victoria Rooms in Bristol. Just before it began, I realised that Harold Pinter was sitting in front of me.
I'm Keith," he said, "and you're ... clearly mad, but what's your name?
Oh how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice & all. "I must tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?"
"Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm.