“Maeby: Do you guys know where I can get one of those gold necklaces with a “T” on it? Michael: That’s a cross. Maeby: Across from where?” Arrested Development Author:Maeby Bluth
“Michael: And you finished off the whole bottle? Lindsay Funke: I had to, it's vodka. It goes bad once it's opened. Michael: I think that's another of mom's fibs, like "I'll sacrifice anything for my children".” Arrested Development Author:Michael Bluth
“Lucille: I'll be at the hospital bar Michael: You know there isn't a hospital bar, Mother Lucille: Well, this is why people hate hospitals” Arrested Development Author:Lucille Bluth
“Barry Zuckerkorn: So basically you're about 2,000 shares short of being the majority stock holders. Now unfortunately it's a private stock so you can not just buy up the shares unless someone is willing to sell Michael: Are you sure? Barry Zuckerkorn: That's what it said on 'Ask Jeeves” Arrested Development Author:Barry Zuckerkorn
“Michael: You seem more villainous than usual, Mom. Are you sober? Lucille: Michael, it's 8 AM! Michael: So, it's not that. Share on Facebook” Arrested Development Author:Michael Bluth
“Lucille: I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I went off my post-partum medication. Michael: You were still taking that? You had Buster 32 years ago. Lucille: And that’s how long I’ve been depressed about him.” Arrested Development Author:Lucille Bluth
“At age forty, he had more employee name tags than girlfriends, and he just started liking mushrooms and zucchini. If they’re fried, and covered in ranch, that is.” GirlfriendEmployeeImmaturityFried FoodZucchiniArrested DevelopmentMushroomNametagRanch Dressing Author:GLEN NESBITT
“Much as Joanne disliked needlework, she was quite good at it, for she had been well taught. But hearing the remark from her governess's lips was almost more than the child could bear. And as for childish games - "Cousin Ambrose has been teaching me to play chess," she said in her curiously deep voice. "And we sometimes play cribbage and ecarte." "Still, at your age, there is so much to learn that I think we must dedicate this hour to sewing each night. And now, tell me, what is your favourite lesson?" Joanne eyed the lady for a moment. Then, "Latin and 'cello," she said sweetly. She was not disappointed. Miss Mercier's face fell. "Latin? Oh my dear, I am very sorry to hear that. Latin is essential for boys, of course; but I cannot think it necessary for a girl in your position. But you cannot have gone very far in it yet?" "We were doing the Aenid at school when I left," said Joanne briskly. "Fourth book. And Caesar, of course. I've learnt Latin for years." "My dear child, you mustn't exaggerate. That is most unladylike. I suppose you began two years ago? You cannot call two years "years" in the sense you did." "I didn't. I began Latin when I was seven. My father taught me." This was worse than Miss Mercier had expected.” EducationLatinClever GirlGoverness Book:The Lost Staircase Source: The Lost Staircase
“The women wept in the dust as we passed, their grief a low, steady hum against the Roman iron. I saw Him turn to them—broken, bleeding, yet carrying a dignity that made the soldiers look small. Even then, on the brink of his own shadow, His words weren't for Himself; they were a warning and a blessing for the daughters of Jerusalem.” FaithSacrificePassion Of The ChristBiblical NarrativeVia DolorosaDaughters Of JerusalemHistorical NovellaRoman Justice Author:David Hudnall