All I can really say is it's bloodier than hell. In this one I'm going to be much more direct and honest in my description of the actual killings and the crime scene.
Boy, I'd hate to shoot on tape or disc or whatever the hell they're talking about. I love film.
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still.
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
The supreme satisfaction is to be able to despise one's neighbor and this fact goes far to account for religious intolerance. It is evidently consoling to reflect that the people next door are headed for hell.
You may all go to Hell, and I will go to Texas.
Let's drink to the spirit of gallantry and courage that made a strange Heaven out of unbelievable Hell, and let's drink to the hope that one day this country of ours, which we love so much, will find dignity and greatness and peace again.
My version, of course, is not this flag-waving, let's all get on the Jesus train and ride out of hell. I'm not that kind of guy. It's an embrace that life is good, worth living and yeah, it's not easy, but there are more pluses than minuses.
Pat O'Brien knows nothing. He's on the Hell express.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
It's hell with that big beard and stuff. That's the one bit I don't like. Either you take out at lunch or you don't eat. So I opted not to eat, 'cause having to put it on twice is horrific.
There's nothing wrong with being gay. I have plenty of friends who are going to hell.
Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.
Who the hell wants fourteen pairs of shoes when they go on holiday? I haven't had fourteen pairs in my life.
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.