"You musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."

I'm nearly at a loss for words. Just when you thought Christopher Nolan couldn't get any better than "The Dark Knight", he outshines himself there and continues to deliver another pure awesomeness. This is possibly one of the only faultless films I have ever seen. It is absolutely positive in every way, something which is extremely cool, even more so than Avatar. Usually I try to be careful with over hyping a film, or setting the expectations too high, as film geeks all are guilty for, however for Christopher Nolan's Inception, this really is not possible.

I hate writing something which is pure gushing, but it’s really tricky here. I did not find a thing I did not like about it, I am sure if maybe I saw it a second time, maybe I would find something about it I didn't like but not the first time. The way it is cut, means that there is always action on screen, if not, then the visuals are interesting enough to keep your eyes glued.

The action scenes are well picturised and the music by Hans Zimmer is electronically haunting.

*How hot is JGL??*Kissing the girl sitting next to you won't draw the projections' attention from you, but why not try?

Saying that, I must say, that in a world full of remakes, reboots, sequels, prequels and God knows what, this is a unique chance to see something different and unmatched so far-a strong movie that, surely will be Nolan's latest masterpiece!

I have never desired a bullet in my head so much in my life…

Rubbish! Or GREAT! If you celebrate minimal improvement.

I think that the script was quite weak. Fuck who wrote it? Oh right. It’s Melissa Rosenberg. Surprisingly, Summit hasn’t fired her yet. You can make a bad movie if you have a great script but you absolutely CAN NOT make a great movie from a bad or mediocre script. If there are any faults here, it all belongs to the screenwriter not-so-much to the director or the actors (although they are also partly to be blame). The acting kinda sucks too. Robert, Kristen and Taylor need to enroll in some acting classes, pronto! The chemistry between Edward, Bella, and Jacob is so unapparent. Taylor and Robert in no way sell that they are eternal arch enemies and Kristen (the wig is horrendous, btw) are so uncharismatic and unable to connect to the character of Bella (I’m a big admirer of the books and they are far better – gee, why do u even fucking think I watch this crap?).

The cheesiness of this film was also a step up - everything is cheapened to the level of a corny soap opera. Hate to say it but they ALL deserve Razzis. CONSTANT long silences, hard stares, and stupid dialogue.

However, the reason I give this movie a 3/10 is that there were redeeming points. The soundtrack was outstanding. One thing this franchise does well is select its music. Also, the other Cullens succeeded greatly in adding flavor and diversity to the otherwise dull recipe of Edward/Bella. Rosalie's back-story was excellent portrayed as was Jasper's. Meyer should think long and hard about writing a prequel. It's amusing how every other actor in this film was, in my opinion, excellent. Nikki Reed, Jackson Rathbone, Dakota Fanning, Xavier Samuel and of course the ever mesmeric Bryce Dallas Howard in particular shone through the drudgery of Stewart and Pattinson's loveless love story.

My parents won't even let me watch Twilight. My mom says she thinks Kristen Stewart seems like a bitch. – Tina on GLEE

"I'm like Tinkerbell, Finn. I need applause to live."

Part 2 of Glee is OVER!! Poor me.. :(
whoever wrote the scripts is GENIUS!
i was laughing non-stop, my mum thought i was gonna have a fit..
Hehe.. sorry Ma.


Brittany: "Did you see what Rachel was wearing today?"
Santana: "Oh, I know! She looked like Pippi Longstocking, but, like, Israeli."
Brittany: "Those sweaters make her look home-schooled."

Mr. Schuester: "What do you guys say when you answer the phone?"
Mercedes: "What up!"
Artie: "Who 'dis be?"
Kurt: "No, she's dead. This is her son."
Mr. Schuester: "Okay."

Will: "Bring it."
Sue to Will: "Oh, I will bring it, William. You know what else I’m going to bring? I'm going to bring some Asian cookery to rub your head with. ‘Cause right now, you got enough product in your hair to season a wok."

Puck: "I'm not breaking up with you, I'm just saying: Please stop super-sizing. I don't dig on fat chicks."
Quinn: "I'm pregnant!"
Puck: "And that's my fault?"

Sue: "There. You no longer confuse me with your she-male looks. I'm going donate this to the victims of Hurricane Katrina. They can use it to plug the holes in their trailers."

Sue: "You two are the dumbest students I have ever met, and I once taught a cheerleading seminar to a young Sarah Palin."

Brittany: "Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?"


Emma: I was just wondering why Madonna's playing everywhere except my office.
Sue: Well, it's simple, Arlene. You don't deserve the power of Madonna. You have none of her self-confidence, her power over her body, or her sexual magnetism. Simply put, you have all the sensuality of one of those pandas down at the zoo who refused to mate.

Rachel: I just want to be ready. I know I'm getting older and these things are gonna happen someday, but how do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying no?
Santana: Just do what I do. Never say no.
Brittany: Oh totally. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Sorry, Quinn.


Sue (to Will): I want you to listen very closely. You can have Barbras, your Chers, and your Christinas, and... wow, I just lost my train of thought. You have so much margarine in your hair.


Sue (to the Cheerios): Sloppy freak-show babies: Somewhere in the English countryside in a stately manor home, Madonna is weeping. Hit the showers! [sniffing] Oh, hey, William. I thought I smelled cookies wafting from the ovens of the little elves who live in your hair.
Will: Wow, Sue. I'm really impressed.
Sue: Yeah, well, Madonna is a legend. I want my girls to learn all the lessons she has to offer: strength, independence. Nobody quite like the Material Girl to empower my Cheerios. Just like your hairdresser has empowered you to look absolutely ridiculous.


Sue: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to put in a call to the Ohio Secretary of State, notifying them I will no longer be carrying photo ID. You know why? People should know who I am.

Tracy Pendergrass: Sue, when I met you, I disliked you: You're bossy, insulting, and the fact that you twice called me Rerun makes me think you're a little racist.

Sue (to Kurt and Mercedes): How do you two not have a show on Bravo?

Kurt: Finn, we need to talk. We have to break up our parents immediately. I screwed up. I feel like the guy who set up Liza and David Gest.


Sue: Will, I may buy a small diaper for your chin because it looks like a baby's ass.

Artie (pointing at Brittany): Um, excuse me. Why is she here?
Brittany: I've been here since first period. I had a cold. I took all my antibiotics at the same time, and now I can't remember how to leave. I also don't know why I only made fourth on the glist. I made out with, like, everyone in this school: girls; boys; Mr. Kidney, the janitor. I need to do something to get into the top three.

Puck (to Rachel): I try to be a good guy. I go to school, and I say, "Be cool, Puck. Be nice." But by second period, I've got a fire extinguisher in my hands, and I'm spraying some dweeb with it, and I don't know how I got there.

Jesse: You guys need to stop being such asses and start being bad asses.



Puck: I'm a sex shark. If I stop moving, I die.
Mercedes: Me and you would not work out. You're top 40. I'm rhythm and blues.

Puck: Girl, you got more curves than a Nissan ad.
Mercedes: Seriously? That's what you came up with?

Jacob: Clearly, you're not a follower of my LarryHair account on Twitter. We've been tweeting all day about your new look. You're like a toddler with a loose lid on his sippy cup: No more juice!

Brittany: Your hands are really soft.
Kurt: My secret? Duck fat. [To onlookers] Hey, guys! Just holding hands with Brittany.
Brittany (to Kurt): Seriously, they feel like a baby. Now I know what it’s like to date a baby.

Sue: So you like show tunes. It doesn’t mean you’re gay; it just means you’re awful. You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are.
Kurt: Me?
Sue: No, me. Sue Sylvester. And she hasn't quite made up her mind about you.

Kurt: Can I ask you something? What do boys' lips taste like?
Brittany: Usually dip. Sometimes it tastes like burgers. Or my armpits. Kissing my armpits is a really big turn-on for me.

Brittany (to Kurt): So you're pretty much the only guy at this school I haven't made out with because I thought you were capital-G gay, but now that you're not, having a perfect record would really mean a lot to me. So let me know if you want to tap this.


Bryan: Sue, you're an impressive woman. I can't tell you how much you turn me on right now. You ever heard of the term, "anger sex"?
Sue: It's the only kind I know, Bryan.
Bryan: I should tell you I'm married.
Sue: Not a problem for me.
Bryan: And I'm still cutting half your budget.
Sue: Eh, you win some, you lose some.
Bryan: Should I lock the door?
Sue: No. Got a secret room upstairs — like Letterman.


Puck: What’s up with this Gaga dude? He just, like, dresses weird, right? Like Bowie?
Kurt: Lady Gaga is a woman! She's only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She's boundary-pushing, the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her look faster than Brit changes sexual partners.
Brittany: It's true.

Artie (to Tina, in non-Goth clothes): It's so weird.
Finn: This so isn't you.
Tina: I feel like an Asian Branch Davidian.
Mr Schue: Tina, are there any other looks you can try?
Santana: Biker chick?
Finn: Cowgirl?
Mercedes: Hoodrat.
Quinn: Computer programmer?
Brittany: Cross-country skier.
Puck: Catholic schoolgirl?
Brittany: Happy Meal, no onions. Or a chicken.

Finn: We live in Ohio — not New York, or San Francisco, or some other city where people eat vegetables that aren’t fried.

Tina: My parents won't even let me watch Twilight. My mom says she thinks Kristen Stewart seems like a bitch.


Sue: You know what it has to look like? Elvis's gold record room in Graceland — except I'll be wanting far fewer morbidly obese white women waddling around and crying.

Kurt: I'm so depressed, I've worn the same outfit twice this week.

Sue (to Will): You know what? I'm not gonna do this. Even your breath stinks of mediocrity. It's making me sick.


Sue: I know you think I'm heartless, Will, and you may have a point: I spend large segments of each day picturing you choking on food, and I recently contacted an exotic animal dealer because I had a very satisfying dream that the two of us went to a zoo, and I shoved your face into one of those pink enflamed monkey butts that weeps lymph.

Will: Hey, I appreciate what you do for these kids. I won't forget it.
Sue: I'm seriously going to puke in your mouth.

Sue: I have to be honest, Will. I'm having a really difficult time hearing anything you have to say today because your hair looks like a briar patch. I keep expecting racist animated Disney characters to pop up and start singing songs about living on the bayou.

Will: Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted. I should shake your hand.
Sue: Not unless you've got some hand sanitizer. I've seen that car you drive. I don't wanna catch poor.

Sue: From Fort Wayne, Indiana, not-at-all stupidly named, Aural Intensity!

Sue: Kiss my ass, Josh Groban! I'm an internationally-ranked cheerleading coach!

Operator! Give me the number for 911!

If "The Simpsons" have taught us anything it’s that two-dimensional characters are funnier than three-dimensional ones.

Bart, with $10,000, we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like...love!

I'm normally not a praying man, but

if you're up there, please save me Superman.

Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

Well, it's 1 a.m. Better go home and spend some quality time with the kids.

Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.'

Marge, don't discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.

You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.

Lisa, if you don't like your job you don't strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way.

When will I learn? The answer to life's problems aren't at the bottom of a bottle, they're on TV!

Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.

I'm going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes!

[Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!

What do we need a psychiatrist for? We know our kid is nuts.

Marge, you're as beautiful as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda.

Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!

When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.

I'm having the best day of my life, and I owe it all to not going to Church!

Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.

I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?

Getting out of jury duty is easy. The trick is to say you're prejudiced against all races.

It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.

Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.

I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.

Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harrassing that woman.

Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.

How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?

Television! Teacher, mother, secret lover.

I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?

If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English.

I'm never going to be disabled. I'm sick of being so healthy.

I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.

[Looking at a globe map...country being Uruguay]

Hee hee! Look at this country! 'You-are-gay.'

Dad, you've done a lot of great things, but you're a very old man, and old people are useless.

But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.

I think Smithers picked me because of my motivational skills. Everyone says they have to work a lot harder when I'm around.

Dear Lord.. The gods have been good to me. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect just the way it is. So here's the deal: You freeze everything the way it is, and I won't ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely no sign. OK, deal.

That's it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college!

Beer: The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems.

If something's hard to do, then it's not worth doing

I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!

'To Start Press Any Key'. Where's the ANY key?

Are you sure this is the Sci-Fi Convention? It's full of nerds!

Unlike most of you, I am not a nut.

OK, son. Just remember to have fun out there today, and if you lose, I'LL KILL YOU!

Kids, kids. As far as Daddy's concerned, you're both potential murderers.

Me fail English? That’s unpossible.

Books are useless! I only ever read one book, “To Kill A Mockingbird,” and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin…but what good does *that* do me?

I’ll keep it short and sweet — Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business.

c'est La folie

Sometime last year I brought I book with a gloriously inviting cover. A book that promised adventure.

Sometime this year I actually read it. The book is entitled, C'est La Folie and it is more then I expected.

Michael Wright was a London based theater critic. He spent

his weekends flying his vintage plane and playing tennis in between bouts of talking to his cat but something wasn't right. He wasn't where he was meant to be.

So in what might be described as a whim, off he went. To rural France.

C'est La Folie follows the events that took place in Michaels first few years in his new existence and I have rarely been more captivated.

Michael's attempts to integrate himself with not only rural life but rural life in a foreign country are charming. His often problem fraught renovations to his rustic farmhouse and his acquisition of various farm animals make for both heart-wrenching and laugh out loud moments.

C'est La Folie is joyous and personable in a way that makes me happy to be alive.

The next volume of Michael's journey is due out July 2010. Can't wait!