ellauri020.html on line 364: Palm Beach had been Ivana Trump’s idea. Long ago, Donald had screamed at her, “I want nothing social that you aspire to. If that is what makes you happy, get another husband!” But she had no intention of doing that, for Ivana, like Donald, was living out a fantasy. She had seen that in the Trump life everything and everybody appeared to come with a price, or a marker for future use. Ivana had learned to look through Donald with glazed eyes when he said to close friends, as he had in the early years of their marriage, “I would never buy Ivana any decent jewels or pictures. Why give her negotiable assets?” She had gotten out of Eastern Europe by being tough and highly disciplined, and she had compounded her skills through her husband, the master manipulator. She had learned the lingua franca in a world where everyone seemed to be using everyone else in a relentless drive for power. How was she to know that there was another way to live? Besides, she often told her friends, however cruel Donald could be, she was very much in love with him.
ellauri020.html on line 468: We were walking through the rubble of the Commodore Hotel, which would soon reopen as the Grand Hyatt. Ivana had been given the responsibility of supervising all the decoration; she was hard at it, despite the fact that she was wearing a white wool Thierry Mugler jumpsuit and pale Dior shoes as she picked her way through the sawdust. “I told you never to leave a broom like this in a room!” she screamed at one worker. Screaming at her employees had become part of her hallmark, perhaps her way of feeling power. Later, in Atlantic City, she would become known for her obsession with cleanliness. Determined to bring glamour to Trump Castle, she became famous for her attention to appearances, once moving a pregnant waitress, desperate for big tips, off the casino floor. The woman was placed in a distant lounge and given a clown’s suit to disguise her condition.
ellauri042.html on line 92: Their screams were long and loud! Ei ollut huuto pientä, juoxu hidasta!
ellauri051.html on line 611: 62 Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, Lykkäänkö hyväxyntää ja tajuumista ja huudanko silmilleni,
ellauri051.html on line 1164: 572 The dirt receding before my prophetical screams, 572 Lika väistymässä profeetallisten huutojeni edestä,
ellauri051.html on line 1356: 756 Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles, screams, weeps, 756 Siellä, missä pilkallinen lintu soi herkullisen kurinauksensa, kakituksensa, huutonsa, itkensä,
ellauri051.html on line 1546: 943 Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan, 943 Vinkumista, kolinaa, putoavaa verta, lyhyt villi huuto ja pitkä, tylsä, kapeneva voihka,
ellauri067.html on line 343: Vina Fay Wray: (September 15, 1907 – August 8, 2004) was a Canadian-born American actress best remembered for starring as Ann Darrow in the 1933 film King Kong. Through an acting career that spanned nearly six decades, Wray attained international recognition as an actress in horror films. She has been dubbed one of the early "scream queens".
ellauri082.html on line 141: he’s with a very sad kid and they’re in a graveyard digging some dead guy’s head up and it’s really important, like Continental-Emergency important, and Gately’s the best digger but he’s wicked hungry, like irresistibly hungry, and he’s eating with both hands out of huge economy-size bags of corporate snacks so he can’t really dig, while it gets later and later and the sad kid is trying to scream at Gately that the important thing was buried in the guy’s head and to divert the Continental Emergency to start digging the guy’s head up before it’s too late, but the kid moves his mouth but nothing comes out, and Joelle van D. appears … while the sad kid holds something terrible up by the hair and makes the face of somebody shouting in panic: Too Late. (934)
ellauri102.html on line 135: The lady screams: "Don't tell me you
ellauri106.html on line 184: “The comedy is that the real haters of the bourgeois Jews, with the real contempt for their everyday lives, are these complex intellectual giants,” Zuckerman snorts. “They loathe them, and don’t particularly care for the smell of the Jewish proletariat either. All of them full of sympathy suddenly for the ghetto world of their traditional fathers now that the traditional fathers are filed for safekeeping in Beth Moses Memorial Park. When they were alive they wanted to strangle the immigrant bastards to death because they dared to think they could actually be of consequence without ever having read Proust past Swann’s Way. And the ghetto—what the ghetto saw of these guys was their heels: out, out, screaming for air, to write about great Jews like Ralph Waldo Emerson and William Dean Howells. But now that the Weathermen are around, and me and my friends Jerry Rubin and Herbert Marcuse and H. Rap Brown, it’s where oh where’s the inspired orderliness of those good old Hebrew school days? Where’s the linoleum? Where’s Aunt Rose? Where is all the wonderful inflexible patriarchal authority into which they wanted to stick a knife?”
ellauri111.html on line 261: “I suppose you know that jury trials were still quite an innovation in my time in Russia, so it’s no surprise that they produced some odd results. A clever lawyer could easily persuade a jury one way or another. Even when all the facts pointed to the guilt of the accused, even when it was admitted that, indeed, such-and-such a woman had attacked her lover’s wife with a razor with the intention of killing her, such-and-such a father had so violently beaten his seven-year old daughter with birch rods that even the neighbours were terrified by her screams, or such-and-such parents had treated their children like animals, keeping them in filthy conditions, and beating them with leather straps, again and again—each time our poor soft-hearted jurors concluded ‘Not guilty!’ Can you imagine? Of course, there is always an explanation, there are always attenuating circumstances, there can even be provocations, and the letter of the law may tell us this is not torture but simply punishment, the kind of punishment that, in those days, all good middle-class parents thought it right to mete out so as to give their children a sense of duty. The facts. The facts are the facts, but the truth once uttered is a lie, and even the facts can be put together in such a way as to turn even torture into well-meaning parental discipline.”
ellauri133.html on line 80: Before you scream that your reader won’t understand without a lot of explanation of what is going on, remember that this is the generation that watched the Matrix and Inception. Your reader is smart and will understand what is happening. Spending forty pages explaining the unnecessary is insulting to your reader. You call it smart to know all the tv cliches by heart? The XYZ generations, force fed with tv cliches from the cradle, are arguably the worst class retards so far in world history.
ellauri133.html on line 402: King has stated that his goal with It was to blend all of the scariest monsters together. "But then I thought to myself, ‘There ought to be one binding, horrible, nasty, gross, crevice kind of thing that you don’t want to see, [and] it makes you scream just to see it,’" he explained. "So I thought of myself: ‘What scares children more than anything else in the world?’ And the answer was ‘a clown like me with a scary face like mine.´ Reconsidering, no that was daddy's nightly horror that drove him away. For me, the answer was, 'it is mommy's IT as daddy's stickig it to IT.'"
ellauri133.html on line 884: For the final drawing, one slip is placed in the box for each member of the household: Bill, Tessie, and their three children. Each of the five draws a slip, and Tessie gets the marked one. The townspeople pick up the gathered stones and begin throwing them at her as she screams about the injustice of the lottery.
ellauri156.html on line 249: Every time she loves me, man, she makes me scream
ellauri156.html on line 257: Every time she loves me, oh yes, I'm bound to scream
ellauri161.html on line 480: I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like his passengers.
ellauri161.html on line 769: Big let down. The humor is so off-putting it doesn´t pull laughs, while the drama is hard to dive into whilst characters scream at the camera. The portrayal is so unrealistic, so cringe, so superficial that none of the characters are true heroes. They all appear as delusional, distracted ego maniacs detached from reality. The end is anti-climactic leaving the viewer with gratitude it looks nothing like the world we actually live in. (True, being 22400 years away. But I bet the immigrant will soon reduce brontauks to extinction.)
ellauri171.html on line 1077: You think it's a supernatural tale, but really it's just another Fatal Attraction retread with a supernatural twist, and a climax that just screams: sequel. Don't hold your breath.
ellauri198.html on line 189: The screaming children, the motor-car
ellauri206.html on line 312: Les soupirs de la Sainte et les cris de la Fée. The sighs of the Saint and the Fairy’s screams.
ellauri214.html on line 185: After the protagonist had saved me from the bad guys, I'll cry and scream at the protagonist about how he could kill all those people! “You're a MONSTER!” is the most common dialogue line.
ellauri222.html on line 920: Are Your ears not tired of hearing their scream?
ellauri222.html on line 1019: "But a new enemy has come, and, like the buffalo on the far western plains, his numbers are past counting. When one is slain five grow in his place. When Manitou made the white man he planted in his soul the wish to possess all the earth, and he strives night and day to achieve his wish. While he lives he does not turn back, and dead, his bones claim the ground in which they lie. He may be afraid of the forest and the warrior. The growl of the bear and the scream of the panther may make him tremble, but, trembling, he yet comes."
ellauri236.html on line 420: "Slim is tall and thin and he smells of dirt. He stands over me and stalks. I understand what he is trying to do and applaud it. I pretend to be dead to make it easier for him. I want to scream when he comes, but if I did, he would know I was alive. He goes on for hours over me, mumbling.” Then suddenly she screamed out, “Why doesn't he do it to me?“
ellauri236.html on line 445: “You hear me?” Slim screamed. “She’s mine! I’m keeping her! No one’s touching her!”
ellauri238.html on line 732: "My cup runneth over!" is screamed as an expression of ecstasy by the fictional character William Bedford Diego in the 1999 video game System Shock 2, while in World of Warcraft, fictional character Blood Prince Valanar uses the phrase during the "Blood Prince Council" encounter. Also Pandaren Brewmaster from Dota 2 uses it. "Your cup runneth over!" is also an achievement or trophy in Devil May Cry 4. In an easter egg in Day of the Tentacle there is a Victorian photograph resembling the character Max from Sam & Max Hit the Road with the caption "The late Max Attucks, his petard runneth over." In the MOBA Smite, it is the name of a Match of the Day where teams begin the match at max level with 12,000 gold. The quote is also quoted by one of the symbiotic demons in Call of Duty: Vanguard´s zombies mode.
ellauri241.html on line 805: Than with a frightful scream she vanished: Hiän katosi pelottavalla huudolla.
ellauri246.html on line 319: panting with hunger, screaming about appeasement. Läähättäen nälästä kiljui armoa,
ellauri270.html on line 401: The children pick up stones, and Davy Hutchinson is handed a few sharp pebbles in a paper cone. Tessie Hutchinson holds out her arms desperately, saying, “it isn’t fair,” as the crowd advances toward her. A flying stone hits her on the side of her head. Old Man Warner urges everyone forward, and Steve Adams and Mrs. Graves are at the front of the crowd. “It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Tessie screams, and then the villagers overwhelm her.
ellauri300.html on line 557: And in the streets the children screamed
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ellauri309.html on line 349: Peter Panin Wendy internally screaming
ellauri342.html on line 437: As your scream disrobes your soul. kun riisuu sielusi sun kiljaisus.
ellauri342.html on line 460: Into whisper, laugh, and scream. päästäxeen Amerikan unelmasta vähällä.
ellauri349.html on line 575: Vince and Jules execute Brett. The man in the bathroom jumps a little in horror. Marvin screams. The dynamic duo finishes the execution.
xxx/ellauri075.html on line 383: Kitt died of colon cancer on Christmas Day 2008, three weeks short of her 82nd birthday at her home in Weston, Connecticut. Her daughter, Kitt McDonald, described her last days with her mother: I was with her when she died. She left this world literally screaming at the top of her lungs. She was also a guest star in "Once Upon a Time in Springfield" of The Simpsons, where she was depicted as one of Krusty's past marriages.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 246: My head snapped straight up. I wanted to scream, “I call BS!” But, that refrain had not been invented yet.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 307: Though only 40 minutes long, “Yeezus” weighs a ton, heavy with gravity and mouthiness, yowls, synthetic noise, deep beats and screams. A multi-dimensional contradiction, West tosses out rhyme-schemed similes that employ racial ideas rich with symbolism but often in service of harsh lyrics that suggests he either doesn’t appreciate or care about original intent.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 315: Hardened? Most certainly, and the evidence is everywhere. Here’s a man so powerful that he can boss around both massage therapists and waiters, as he does in “I Am a God”: “I am a god / So hurry up with my damn massage / in the French … restaurant / hurry up with my damn croissants.” If it weren’t embedded within a truly frightening song featuring curdling screams and deep bass, the line would be laughable.
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 451: During "The Last Supper," where Jesus and Judas get up in each other's faces and slap each other around, some of the apostles genuinely look as though they're watching a couple have a screaming row.
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 366: They brought me word, Mr Whitby from the Admiralty. 'Show him in directly,' I said. He came in, and with a pale countenance and faint voice, said, 'We have gained a great Victory.' – 'Never mind your Victory,' I said. 'My letters – give me my letters' – Captain Whitby was unable to speak – tears in his eyes and a deathly paleness over his face made me comprehend him. I believe I gave a scream and fell back, and for ten hours I could neither speak nor shed a tear.
xxx/ellauri169.html on line 428: No pillerit saapui piakkoin ja tuskin maltoin odottaa meidän mennä nukkumaan - ennen kuin hän olit nukahtanut, annoin hänelle pillerin sanomalla, että se on vain vitamiini. Olen jännittynyt, jopa uskomattoman pelikokemuksen lisäksi… Koska me emme koskaan mennä online, kerron teille nyt yksityiskohtaisia tietoja: alle tunnissa mieheni heräsin hyvin voimakkaasti super stiff pystyttämistilassa, ja uskokaa minua, kun sanon, että olimme sukupuolen parissa 1 tuntia ja 47 minuuttia! Kazoin ajan kellosta! Kosminen ilo, paljon sweat and screaming - täydellinen kyyti, parhaita mitä olen koskaan ollut. En odota joitakin parannuksia, mutta tämä oli mies jota en tiennyt aiemmin.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 686: The second alarm is the air raid warning. This is more of a scream or shriek – the meaning is quite clear: “take cover there is a hawk”.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 318: Justsum Nobodee: Sucker!!! This had to have been written by a collapsed narcissist. Poor poor narcissist, finally alone after shitting on everyone, destroying children, screaming, lying, trickery, snickering, selfish, back stabbing, manipulation, hypocrites, humiliating innocent people, stealing other peoples children. oh poor them. Bless their heart. They are the victim here. Just give them more attention.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 464: Irene and Minnie open their hat shop for the afternoon. Irene wants a husband, but does not love Horace Vandergelder. She declares that she will wear an elaborate hat to impress a gentleman ("Ribbons Down My Back"). Cornelius and Barnaby arrive at the shop and pretend to be rich. Horace and Dolly arrive at the shop, and Cornelius and Barnaby hide from him. Irene inadvertently mentions that she knows Cornelius Hackl, and Dolly tells her and Horace that even though Cornelius is Horace's clerk by day, he's a New York playboy by night; he's one of the Hackls. Minnie screams when she finds Cornelius hiding in the armoire. Horace is about to open the armoire himself, but Dolly, Irene and Minnie distract him with patriotic sentiments related to subjects like Betsy Ross and The Battle of the Alamo shown in the famous lyrics "Alamo, remember the Alamo!" ("Motherhood March"). Cornelius sneezes, and Horace storms out, realizing there are men hiding in the shop, but not knowing they are his clerks.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 519: In New York, Irene and Minnie open their hat shop for the afternoon. Irene does not love Horace Vandergelder, but knows that the marriage will provide her with financial security and an escape from her boring job. However, Irene hopes to escape her loveless marriage, and plans to try and find real love before the summer is over. Cornelius and Barnaby arrive at the shop and pretend to be rich- Irene seems to take to Cornelius immediately. Horace and Dolly arrive, and Cornelius and Barnaby hide. Minnie screams when she finds Cornelius hiding in an armoire. Horace is about to open the armoire himself, but Dolly "searches" it and pronounces it empty. After hearing Cornelius sneeze, Horace storms out upon realizing there are men hiding in the shop, although he is unaware that they are his clerks. Dolly arranges for Cornelius and Barnaby, who are still pretending to be rich, to take the ladies out to dinner at Harmonia Gardens to make up for their humiliation. Dolly briefly tries to teach Cornelius and Barnaby to dance, which leads to the whole town dancing in the local park.
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