Ellen DeGeneres Quotes

I'm not a bad guy... I'm just good guy that runs over women with his car.

Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.

I once hit Quentin on the head with my ball and chain.

Screw the dialogue, let's wreck some cars.

Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains!

Violence is fun, man.

Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.

I was a drug dealer, so I've killed a lot of people, with drugs. When you're a drug dealer and you see drugs to people and you get them addicted and three or four years later they get killed in a car wreck, I have to answer for that. So, I've hurt a lot of people and done a lot of bad things that I have to answer for.

You can run I will chase you. You can hide I will find you. We're gonna fight and I'm gonna hurt you.

You are ten times more likely to get hit by a car when the driver is aiming for you.

It's nothing that complicated, I just want to kill him

How many times did someone have to run in front of a machine gun before it became an act of cowardice?

If you the American citizen leave a child in a hot car and that child was harmed by that you will be charged with negligence even if your action was unintentional.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

What gave it away? When she loaded me bound and gagged into the back of her truck? Or when she actually said. "I'm ready to kill you and throw your body inn the swamp? "Hey for a while there, it looked like you were going to talk your way out of it. I didn't want to interfere.

I don't run around shooting people. Much. I only shoot two people a year. Maybe.

I killed you. And you. And you.

You don't stick a knife in a man's back nine inches and then pull it out six inches and say you're making progress.

A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.

Maura whirled towards Blue. "Blue, if you ever see that man again, you just walk the other way." "No," Calla corrected. "Kick him in the nuts. Then run the other way.

I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Any harm you do to a man should be done in such a way that you need not fear his revenge.

Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.

Next time you want to hit me hit me with a baseball bat or a crowbar!