Cloverfield Quotes

My gaze swung back to the elevator. Part of me wanted to stay to see what the hell an origin was and why they were acting like the "Cloverfield" monster was going to come out of the elevator shaft, but Kat was here, and obviously whatever was about to rain down on us wasn't a friendly.

There was gray train smoke over the town most days, it smelled of travel, of transcontinental trains about to flash by, of important things about to happen. The train smell sounded the ‘A’ for Lamptown and then a treble chord of frying hamburger and onions and boiling coffee was struck by Hermann Bauer's kitchen, with a sostenuto of stale beer from Delaney's back door. These were all busy smells and seemed a 6 to 6 smell, a working town's smell, to be exchanged at the last factory whistle for the festival night odors of popcorn, Spearmint chewing gum, barber-shop pomades, and the faint smell of far-off damp cloverfields. Mornings the cloverfields retreated when the first Columbus local roared through the town. Bauer’s coffee pot boiled over again, and the factory’s night watchmen filed into Delaney’s for their morning beer.

Lake Mungo, Savageland, The Taking of Deborah Logan, Trollhunter, REC, The Blair Witch Project, the Hell House LLC movies, Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum, Cloverfield, Creep I and II, The Poughkeepsie Tapes, Afflicted… Okay, I’ll stop now.

And triple period is the extra-long class that happens during the lunch periods, so having L.R.C. triple period is like a gift from the Gods of Lazyland!

Whoa! That is the biggest sixth grader I’ve ever seen,” I gasp. “Like, Museum-of-the-Weird big!” “See, I told you I had a bad feeling about coming this way,” Becky says as she picks up my notebook. “C’mon, let’s just

I’m ten inches from the man whose hands could probably crush my throat and make me say thank you.

Like he could ruin your grades, your lease, your future, your life and your uterus in the same night.

Hey, Matteo, remember when I kissed you after you told me you're a monster? Good times. Anyway, here are my breasts.

And when you are old enough, Papa will teach you important lessons. Like how to throw proper punch. How to negotiate. How to make your enemies kneel." He pauses. "Also how to use modern cell phone, because your mother will not stop teasing Papa about flip phone.

Maybe we just met in the flesh, but we've been destined for each other since we came out of our mothers’ wombs.

I wouldn't for all the money in the world," he mumbles, looking up at me as he continues to suck on my teat, my nectar all over lips like he's filming one of those 'Got Milk' TV commercials from yesteryear.

Breeding my future wife. The woman who will become my life, share my last name. Hell, I'm ready to go now. I don't even know why we're talking about this wasting time. It's a done deal for me. No condom. Buried to the hilt. Breed. Family. Win.