First Line | TV Show |
Once upon a time, an English journalist came to New York. Elizabeth was attractive and bright and right away she hooked up with one of the city's typical eligible bachelors. | |
Come on, it's getting late. You should stop dancing around with that food and start eating it. | |
Oh, honey are you gorgeous! You look just like a virgin. Here, I brought you some crackers for your morning sickness. | |
My name is Mary Alice Young. When you read this morning's paper, you may come across an article about the unusual day I had last week. | |
If I had a rememberance book, I would mark down what it was like when we left our little house in the big wood to go west to indian territory. | |
So, your boy's name is what? (Snot.) You called the guy snot? (Snot Boogie) | |
Since I was a kid I have been able to sleep through anything, storms, sirens, you name it. Last night I didn't sleep. | |
Eric it is time. (Why don't you do it?) It is your house. Listen to them up there. The party has reached critical mass, in ten minutes there will be no more beer opportunities. | |
Hi Fonzie. Hey, have you seen Potsie around? ... Oh, great, thanks, I'll see you around Fonzie. | |
Let's go for a ride. My name is George Lass. I'm 18 years old and I'm down there...somewhere. I'm going to tell you a story, not my story that's later, but a story. | |
Tonight is the night. And it is going to happen again and again. It has to happen. Nice night. | |
1968. I was 12 years old, a lot happened that year: Denny McLain won 31 games, the Mod Squad hit the air, and I graduated from Hillcrest elementary and entered high school. | |
Good evening...Good evening...Good EVENing...Good EVENing...Repeat after me: 'I would like to feed your fingertips to the wolverines' | |
Morgan, this is a bad idea. | |
Tell me what you don't like about yourself. | |
Good morning, Mr. Feeny. | |
Yep...Yep...Yep...Mmm-hmm. | |
This is Michael Bluth. For 10 years, he has worked for his father's company waiting to be made a partner and right now, he's happy. | |
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