New month, a new beginning. What are you going to create?

But now that I have you here, Yuki, there is something I’ve been dying to ask you: Why did you skip the New Year’s Banquet? Why did you think to do such a thing? I’ve been quite tolerant lately, have I not? And the fact that you would do something like that, you should know it hurts me deeply. Perhaps I need to take some time to re-educate you, in that little room, the one I keep especially for you.

Stay strong and make them wonder how you’re still smiling.

Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you look all depressed now?

Section Chief Elliott Gordon: Ladies, is there a problem here?
Marcus Copeland, Kevin Copeland: [as Tiffany and Brittany Wilson] Yes.
Agent Jake Harper: No! Sir, no, no, there’s… there’s no problem.
Section Chief Elliott Gordon: These are two of our VIP guests. Issue them keys. Immediately.
Agent Jake Harper: Yes, sir.
Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] V. I. P. Learn your acronyms, okay?
Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] What a sweetheart!
Section Chief Elliott Gordon: Enjoy your stay.
Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] Has anyone ever told you you look *just* like Denzel Washington?
Section Chief Elliott Gordon: Yeah, actually I have heard it once… or twice.
Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] What a beautiful chocolate man! Beautiful!

You’ll never have to ask for directions again.

Do you want to come with me?

What do you mean? You fought?

I’m sorry to bother you, but is it true? That Kyo is here?

Do you… Do you still hate Kyo that much?

It feels like such a long time since we last saw each other, doesn’t it?

Do you think you can lift the Sohma curse? Do you?!

What’ll you do if she does exist? A girl who says she loves you.

I was excited at something new, always liked something new, but give credit to everybody who helped. I didn’t do anything alone but try to go to the root of the question and succeeded there.

Want to take a shower?

Barber: What you want? Me: I can’t afford a hat. Barber: I got you.

Gabrielle: I need to ask you a question.
Manuel: Of course.
Gabrielle: Why did you leave us? I’m just trying to understand why you would just go like that.
Manuel: Okay. Because one day, I looked at your mother and you, and realized you both didn’t mean anything to me anymore. I know it’s hard to understand. But I wasted time being with you and her. And she f**king dies and leaves me with you, who I never wanted. Any more questions? You don’t need to come back.

What are you doing? You better not making any weird passes at her.

I had a question every time for what I have been thinking when there is a question why there are girls to mention and ask.

Sometimes I could see that others in the class did not understand what W.W. Schieffelin Claytor was teaching. So I would ask questions to help them. He’d tell me that I should know the answer, and I finally had to tell him that I did know the answer, but the other students did not. I could tell.

If you were here right now, what would you be doing to me?

And I vaguely remember Lara smiling at me from the doorway, the glittering ambiguity of a girl’s smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is too simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or LIKE me?

Um, okay. So what is it?

What happens to us after we die, for instance, is no longer a question of idle philosophical interest.

I have here Alaska’s final. You’ll recall that you were asked what the most important question facing people is, and how the three traditions we’re studying this year address that question. This was Alaska’s question.

We can’t love our neighbors until we know how crooked their hearts are. Don’t you like porn?

I might have asked a question about Jesus Christ Superstar, except that 1. I didn’t know what it was, and 2. I didn’t care to learn, and 3. I never really excelled at small talk.

This poor Sufi dressed in rags walked into a jewelry store owned by a rich merchant and asked him, “Do you know how you’re going to die?” The merchant answered, “No. No one knows how they’re going to die.” And the Sufi said, “I do.”
“How?” asked the merchant.
And the Sufi lay down, crossed his arms, said, “Like this,” and died, whereupon the merchant promptly gave up his store to live a life of poverty in pursuit of the kind of spiritual wealth the dead Sufi had acquired.

No one talked for a minute, and then Takumi asked, “Your dad blamed you?”

“Well, not after that first moment. But yeah. How could he not?”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” the Colonel asked, his voice soft.

“It never came up.” And then we stopped asking questions.

How long have you been dating her?

The final exam: What is the most important question human beings must answer? Choose your question wisely, and then examine how Islam, Buddhism, and Christianity attempt to answer it.

“I hope that poor bastard lives the rest of the school year,” the Colonel said as we jogged home through the rain, “because I’m sure starting to enjoy that class. What’s your most important question?”

After thirty seconds of running, I was already winded. “What happens… to us… when we die?”

“Is this why you want to leave, Miles?” Mom asked.

I mulled it over for a while, careful not to look at her. “Uh, no,” I said.

“Well, why then?” she asked. This was not the first time she had posed the question. Mom was not particularly keen on letting me go to boarding school and had made no secret of it.

What if we don’t figure anything out?

Why do you smoke so damn fast?

Rambo: What do you do stateside?
Sarah: I teach. Sixth grade. What?
Rambo: Now I know why you ask so many questions.

Gizelle: Why are you asking me all this sh*t? You think I’m lying to you?
Rambo: You called my house, and said she never came back from her father’s.
Gizelle: Yeah, I was giving you a heads-up.
Rambo: Or covering your a**.
Gizelle: Man, f**k…
Rambo: Where did you get this?
Gizelle: She gave it to me, man.
Rambo: It was her mother’s. She’d never give it to you. You sold her out. She was your friend.
Gizelle: F**k you! Get out of my place!
Rambo: Look at me. You’re going to take me to that club, and you’re going to show me who she was with. Or I’m going to hurt you real bad. Let’s go.

Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

I never liked writing concluding paragraphs to papers — where you repeat what you’ve already said with phrases like ‘In summation’, and ‘To conclude’. I didn’t do that — instead I talked about why I thought it was an important question.

Who are you boatman?

Rasta Racer: Come on, what you got? What you got?
Letty: See ya!

What did you put in that sandwich?

It’s a new month… New beginnings? Let’s see what you got!

New month, a new beginning. What are you focusing on?

New Month, New Beginning. What’s your new beginning going to be?

Listen, is it true that Celine and Hemingway died on the same day?

Youth, you son of a bitch, where did you go?

Why do you insist upon destroying yourself?

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

The worst part about being strong is that no one ever asks if you’re okay.

When people ask you the same questions, forty times in a row, it gets really annoying.

Always give God the glory, never question why things happen the way they do. God is in control of my life.

How committed are you to reach your goals?

So what if I don’t? Don’t look at her!

What was bad? Where did it go wrong? Should I have never been born?

Many times I wondered if I were truly carrying out God’s plan for my life.

Are your thoughts empowering or limiting?

Girls, some of them are reluctant to ask questions. But if you want to know, you ask the question. There’s no such thing as a dumb question. It’s dumb if you don’t ask it.

They needed information and I had it, and it didn’t matter that I found it. At the time, it was just a question and an answer.

I don’t get tired..what you tired of.

I was always taught not to answer no questions. I’m not really good at answering them because I get agitated so fast.

Take all the courses in your curriculum. Do the research. Ask questions. Find someone doing what you are interested in! Be curious!

The ceiling… Is he hurt…? Wh-who… Well, hello, orange-head…

Sir, do we get to win this time?

My question? It has no answer.

Is your brain directly wired to perversion?

You don’t ever ask a barber whether you need a haircut.

The women did what they were told to do. They didn’t ask questions or take the task any further. I asked questions; I wanted to know why. They got used to me asking questions and being the only woman there.

If I told you I was different, would you understand the difference?

Why is she so cruel? She only says such cruel things!

Yo…Are you ready for me to break your neck…Rat-boy?

Too pissed off to cry, I said, ‘This is only making me hate her. I don’t want to hate her. And what’s the point, if that’s all it’s making me do?’ Still refusing to answer how and why questions. Still insisting on an aura of mystery.
I leaned forward, head between by knees, and the Colonel placed a head on my upper back. ‘The point is that there are always alsweres, Pudge.’ And then he pushed air out between his pursed lips and I could hear the angry quiver in his voice as he repeated, ‘There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.’

So why don’t you go home for vacations?

Sleepless questions
In the small hours:
Have I done right?
Why did I act
Just as I did?
Over and over again
The same steps,
The same words:
Never the answer.

Trautman: Can you fly that helicopter?
Rambo: Let’s find out!

I’m really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

Because everybody who has ever lost their way in life has felt the nagging insistence of that question. At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze, and I don’t want us to forget Alaska, and I don’t want to forget that even when the material we study seems boring, we’re trying to understand how people have answered that question and the questions each of you posed in your papers — how different traditions have come to terms with what Chip, in his final, called ‘people’s rotten lots in life.’

Which is he trying to escape — the world or the end of it?

We’re on the road, are you?

Who else is in love with these trucks?

That’s the mystery, isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying?

Megan Vandergeld: Daddy! Why are you doing this?
Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson, but in his regular voice] Daddy didn’t tell you? He’s broke!
Heather Vandergeld: What do you mean “broke”? Like, Martha Stewart “broke”? Or MC Hammer “broke”?
Warren Vandergeld: MC Hammer broke!
Megan Vandergeld, Heather Vandergeld: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

B***hes be like why do you love your truck so much? Because it doesn’t ask stupid questions.

Can you tell me if Delmar Berry lives here?

Deputy Mitch: Gault, what the fuck was that?
Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: Well, the man said ‘Clean him up.’ Clean him up…

Three out of four voices in my head want to sleep. The other wants to know if penguins have knees.

Neal: What do you think the temperature is?
Del: One.

“Calcifer,” Sophie said, “I shall have to break your contract. Will it kill you?” “It would if anyone else broke it,” Calcifer said hoarsely. “That’s why I asked you to do it.”

Don’t ask the barber whether you need a haircut, and don’t ask an academic if what he does is relevant.

I did study the art of being a barber because I wanted to figure out what my routine would be. Do you start in the front or back? Top or bottom? Swivel the chair or walk around? What I did discover is there’s no such thing as the perfect haircut!

Asking for financial advice from a financial planner is like asking a barber if you need a haircut.

Almost relationships mostly end without closure. You may never know why things ended or why it fizzled out, was it you or was it them—and so many other unanswered questions. You will learn that if the relationship was never defined in the first place, then it will end without explanations too.

Like time suspended,
a wound unmended–
you and I.

We had no ending,
no said goodbye;

For all my life,
I’ll wonder why.

Before I go, I don’t want to leave you empty handed, I’m going to be signing a personalized headshot for each and every one of you. The only thing I would ask is that you would have your name prepared, because I don’t want to have to ask the same question thirty f**king times.

I am talking about me. I want—these are questions about me personally as a superstar. You know, you got this moment in time here with an American icon and you’re gonna waste it asking a question about the f**king mile?

Dear boys, When a girl says ‘I’m Fine’ talk to her until the real truth comes out.

Am I single? Am I in a relationship? Am I on diet? Am I studying? Am I failing? Find out in the next episode of mind your own f**king business.

MY business is MY business. You don’t see me prying around asking you about yours, so stay in your lane.

For us, sons of France, political sentiment is a passion; while, for the Englishmen, politics are a question of business.

Doing what? Giving Robocop a blowjob?