Where does this little terrier spring from?
I believe he's a Yorkshire terrier, my lord.
Where does this little terrier spring from?
I believe he's a Yorkshire terrier, my lord.
Yes, you did.
Well, now at last it's true.
As your Prime Minister, I urge caution.
And as my friend?
Oh, to hell with caution.
No matter how loud you shout, you will not drown out the voice of the people!
People?
No one of our age has ever taken power.
Which is why we're too young to realize that certain things are impossible.
Also, Barbara and I have discovered that we're both impatient and prone to rash decisions. But she wants to tell you about it herself.
Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly. I'm a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.
Because after night comes day.
God has set before me two great objects.
God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I bow to my friend in all superior matters regarding the pox.
I find that the older I get, the more tender I become.
I want you to remember that smell... remember the Madagascar... remember, God made men equal.
I wish I could remember all their names. My 20,000 ghosts, they all had names, beautiful African names. We'd call them with just grunts, noises. We were apes, they were human. [tears up]
In my heart I want spider's webs!