- And you are defending him. I'm sick of his jealousy
- He's a little jealous of your success.
- He's jealous of us. And you know it.
- Was there anything between you?
- Sometimes, we fooled around with other guys.
- Ve sen onu savunuyorsun. Kıskançlığından bıktım.
- Başarını biraz kıskanmış.
- Bizi kıskanıyor. Ve sen bunu biliyorsun.
- Aranızda birşey var mıydı?
- Bazen diğer çocuklarla birlikte takılırdık.
'What do you really think happens after you die?' That's the question that everyone, everyone, everyone asks. And I'm so sick of it. But my true answer is, I don't know. And there's no way I'm going to find out 'til it happens. Ellen Muth
- I'm sick of having to draw this cathedral. The one thing in this rat hole...
- It's a nice cathedral. I should go see the windows. I just got here.My name is Felix.
By then I was in Brooklyn and drank my way through that summer. I stopped when I got sick of that and got a job at the Strand bookstore, which was a little better than the tax job. Robert Quine
Dates with actors, finally, just seemed to me evenings of shop talk. I got sick of it after a hile. So the more famous I became, the more I narrowed down my choices. Hedy Lamarr
Do you know what directors go through? It's just hell. Like, why do I work so hard - to think I'm only going to see this movie five times and then never see it again 'cause I'm so sick of it? What is it worth, honestly?
Michael Bay
Do you know what directors go through? It's just hell. Like, why do I work so hard - to think I'm only going to see this movie five times and then never see it again 'cause I'm so sick of it? What is it worth, honestly? Michael Bay
Every act I see, their whole act is choreographed. I'm sick of seeing these dancers. The only reason they have them is they don't have enough talent to get people dancing themselves. Ronnie Spector
Everyone reaches their point in time where either they die or they get sick of doing drugs. It started getting debilitating. I enjoy my music a lot better than my drugs. Al Jourgensen
I am so sick of reading about another car bomb, another suicide bomber, another 10, 20, 30, 70, 100 people dead in a day, both Americans and Iraqis. Rosanne Cash
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. William Tecumseh Sherman
I am too miserable, too low spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.
