He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, scraped the gutters, stole a little, but, like cats and sparrows, gayly laughed when he was called a rogue, and got angry when called a thief. He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because he was free.
I think we need to talk about my 3rd grade book report on phantom
She is always getting stolen by Erik.
That’s it, that’s the book.
to someone you love
Sassy Harry (+)
"I brought that back, I threw it in there," she [Elizabeth Banks] said of the line, which was unscripted. "I did it, and Francis called cut, and I went over to him, and said, ‘You have to keep that in the movie, because the fans will go bananas.’ "
I KNEW IT WAS IMPROV I COULD FEEL IT
Sometimes I forget Julie Andrews isn’t actually royalty.
what are you implying
my useless talent of remembering musical theatre lyrics really comes in handy when someone asks me how many minutes there are in a year
Enjolras was putting together in his mind, using the penetrating philosophical eloquence of Combeferre, the enthusiasm of Feuilly, the verve of Courfeyrac, the laughter of Bahorel, the melancholy of Jean Prouvaire, the science of Joly and the sarcasm of Bossuet, a sort of crackling electric fire, more or less everywhere.