fictional-first-lines

"Dad, you have the coolest job."

"On Christmas Eve, many years ago, I laid quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets, I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound I was afraid I'd never hear: the sound of Santa's sleigh."

"Come on. Father! Father do you really have to go?"

"Kryptonite, the ultimate bane to Superman. If it were only as big as my head. I spent two years and $3 billion mining outer space...and this green grain of rice is all I have to show for it?"

"I leave you alone for an hour, and you destroy my house? And, you, you're no better. You're both evicted!"

"[to the audience, annoyed] Hey, what do you want from us?! We're freezing here!"

"I've searched far and wide for the perfect partner for this launch, and I've finally found him, LeBron James."

"His mom and dad met in the usual way: The song became love, and love became the egg."

"Raggy, rook! Writing!"

"Yikes! Scooby-Doo, where are you?!!"

"Is anyone there?"

"What happened?"

"Any progress, Eric?"

"Lots of love!"

"Excuse me. Pardon me. Whoa! Sorry! Ruh-roh!"

"Zoinks! Like, slow down dude."

"Are you guys alright?"

"Oh, whoopee. A diner. I’ll have a napkin and some hand sanitizer."

"Gentlemen, welcome aboard. I'm Dee Dee Skyes, pilot of the Falcon Fury."

"Welcome to the Falcon Fury. Hang on, hang on. Turn on the lights. Where are my balloons, Dee Dee? When I say "Falcon Fury", that's supposed to cue the balloons. Keith, what is the deal up there, man?"

"I think you mean this ain't your daddy's Blue Falcon. Allow me to introduce you to Blue Falcon's large adult son, Brian."

"Nobody gets away from Dick Dastardly! Right, Rottens? I need what’s on that ship or I’ll never get my treasure. Do, Not, Fail, Me!"

"Pull over."

"Rasm-Frasm. Ingrate."

"Hello! Your tiny little brains probably can't understand me, so I will speak slowly, so that you may process the welcoming tones of my voice."

"If you were asked to choose the most fabulous character in English literature, who would it be? Robin Hood? King Arthur? Becky Sharp? Sherlock Holmes? Oliver Twist, perhaps? Well, any one of them would be an excellent choice. Still, for the most fabulous character of all, I would nominate...a toad - J. Thaddeus Toad, Esq. Have you ever met him? You'll find his story in this delightful little book, "The Wind In the Willows". Toad, you might say, was the one disturbing element: incurable adventurer, mad, reckless, tried everything, positive mania for fads, and he never countered the cost. Had a host affair with friends, of course, but there were only three who had his best interests at heart. One was a badger, MacBadger. Another was a water rat; a bit stuffy, perhaps, but really a fine fellow. And a mole; gentle creature, kind and sympathetic."

""Who wanted leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the Earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and even Stigand..." Alice?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm listening."

"Marie, my little one. You're going to be as beautiful as your mother. Isn't she, Duchess?"

"THE WINNER, BY TOTAL ANNIHILATION...YAMA!!!"

"[giggles] That one."

"[gasps] No, no, no, Oh, no. Oh, no. I'M LOST!! Where's the line?! It just went away! What do I do?!"

"We'll be stuck here forever!"

"Do not panic. Do not panic! We are trained professionals. Now, stay calm. We are going around the leaf."

"Around the leaf. I-I-I don't think we can do that."

"Oh, nonsense. This is nothing compared to the twig of '93."

"Sometimes I think I'm cursed, 'cause of something that happened before I was even born. See, a long time ago, there was this family - the papá, he was a musician. He and his family would sing and dance, and count their blessings...but he also had a dream...to play for the world. And one day, he left with his guitar and never returned. And the mamá? She didn't have time to cry over that walkaway musician! After banishing all music from her life, she found a way to provide for her daughter. She rolled up her sleeves and she learned to make shoes. She could have made candy, or fireworks, or sparkly underwear for wrestlers! But no, she chose shoes. Then she taught her daughter to make shoes. And later, she taught her son-in-law. Then her grandkids got roped in. As her family grew, so did the business. Music had torn her family apart, but shoes held them all together. You see, the woman...was my great-great grandmother...Mama Imelda. She died way before I was born. But my family still tells her story...every year on Dia de los Muerto, The Day of the Dead...And her little girl? She's my great grandmother, Mama Coco."

"Through the snow and sleet and hail, through the blizzard, through the gale, through the wind and through the rain, over mountain, over plain, through the blinding lightning flash, and the mighty thunder crash, ever faithful, ever true...nothing stops him! He'll get through!"

"Abre Los ojos...Open your eyes..."

"How do you do? My name is Deems Taylor, and it's my very pleasant duty to welcome you here on behalf of Walt Disney, Leopold Stokowski and all the other artists and musicians whose combined talents went into the creation of this new form of entertainment, Fantasia. What you're going to see are the designs and pictures and stories that music inspired in the minds and imaginations of a group of artists. In other words, these are not going to be the interpretations of trained musicians, which I think is all to the good. Now, there are three kinds of music on this Fantasia program. First, there's the kind that tells a definite story. Then there's the kind, that while it has no specific plot, does paint a series of more or less definite pictures. Then there's a third kind, music that exists simply for its own sake. Now, the number that opens our Fantasia program, the Toccata and Fugue, is music of this third kind, what we call absolute music. Even the title has no meaning beyond a description of the form of the music. What you will see on the screen is a picture of the various abstract images that might pass through your mind if you sat in a concert hall listening to this music. At first, you're more or less conscious of the orchestra, so our picture opens with a series of impressions of the conductor and the players. Then the music begins to suggest other things to your imagination. They might be, oh, just masses of color. Or they may be cloud forms. Or great landscapes or vague shadows or...geometrical objects floating in space. So now we present the Toccata and Fugue In D Minor by Johann Sebastian Bach, interpreted in pictures by Walt Disney and his associates, and in music by The Philadelphia Orchestra and its conductor, Leopold Stokowski."

"Now some folks like the heavy stuff, with titles five-feet wide. Not me, I'm always out for fun. I like the lighter side, yes sir!"

"Comin' through!"

"Long ago, in the faraway land of Ancient Greece, there was a golden age of powerful gods and extraordinary heroes. And the greatest and strongest of all these heroes was the mighty Hercules. But what is the measure of a true hero? Ah, that is what our story is..."

"Would you listen to him? He's making the story sound like some Greek tragedy!"

"Lighten up, dude!"

"We'll take it from here, darling."

"You go girl."

"This is James Henry Trotter. He lived with his mother and father in a cozy little house by the sea."

"Aah! We're under attack! Light the signal! [sees Shan Yu, who leaps in front of him, and lights up the signal] Now all China knows you're here."

"Mayday! Mayday! This is the Annabelle. I've lost my bearings and I'm taking on water. My last good reading is 44 degrees north, 68 degrees...."