Yeller Sub Quotes & Sayings

I'm a screamer and a yeller. When I want something, all I do is yell, and I get responses. — Alex Spanos

You'd better not be trying to steal that," she said. The boy shrugged and reached for the small rolling suitcase at her feet. "I wouldn't dare." "Because I'm an excellent yeller." "I don't doubt it." "And fighter. My cousin gave me this nail file ... the thing's just like a switchblade. — Ally Carter

When you think of dog movies, that genre, Old Yeller is sort of the benchmark and you hope that you can raise your game up to that. — Jennifer Aniston

Had a dog. I had many. I grew up in rural Washington before I moved to the Twin Cities in Minnesota, and my first dog was - his name first was Bear, but then it changed to Big, and he sort of looked like Old Yeller. And then we also had a three-legged dog named Foxy, who we found because her leg was in a trap. — Justin Kirk

A black pit bull barreled against the fence, jaws dripping with saliva, viciously barking like Old Yeller after the hydrophobia kicked in. — Chris Fabry

I now understand why humans smile. Forerunners have done all they can to banish smiles. Not all smiles are about greetings and joy. Some smile in shared pain. — Greg Bear

It occurred to him that there were a lot of stories for kids with stuff like this in them, stuff that threw acid all over your emotions. Hansel and Gretel being turned out into the forest, Bambi's mother getting scragged by a hunter, the death of Old Yeller. It was easy to hurt little kids, easy to make them cry, and this seemed to bring out a strangely sadistic streak in many story-tellers ... including, it seemed, Beryl Evans. — Stephen King

Next week John Boehner will be sitting behind Barack Obama at the State of the Union address. I think Obama should purposely try to embarrass him by telling the story of 'Old Yeller.' The state of our Union is strong, but not so good for one special dog.' — Bill Maher

The one taken underwater of Mel's garden of women, — Rachel Caine

I want to be remembered for Swiss Family Robinson and Old Yeller. I think Swiss is probably my favorite film. — Tommy Kirk

A new kind of award has been added
the deathbed award. It is not an award of any kind. Either the recipient has not acted at all, or was not nominated, or did not win the award the last few times around. It is intended to relieve the guilty conscience of the Academy members and save face in front of the public. The Academy has the horrible taste to have a star, choking with emotion, present this deathbed award so that there can be no doubt in anybody's mind why the award is so hurriedly given. Lucky is the actor who is too sick to watch the proceedings on television. — Marlene Dietrich

I don't like working with people I don't know. (Randy)
Hmmm, let's see ... I cried when Ole Yeller died, but I was young back then. I have a scar on my knee from when Willie Durante knocked me off my bike when I was seven. I beat the shit out of him later, then took his bike and sold it at a pawnshop. Oh, and my favorite color is pink ... it's really soothing. (Steele) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

But no matter how many movies we watched, we never learned their deepest lesson: they end. George Bailey finally sees his life as wonderful. Rosebud, we find out, is a sled. Travis shoots Old Yeller. One of the things that distinguishes life from movies is the pause button. We can keep Travis' finger on the trigger, the barrel staring down his Yeller, but there is no pause button for the things that matter. — Greg Letellier

The Kingdom of Heaven is a military autocracy and there is no public opinion in it. — Anatole France

Happy endings are for suckers. Even Old Yeller had to die. — Steve Braunstein

And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun. — Roy Bean

When capital owners are few, the private-property conduits of necessity create vast savings reservoirs for those few. If there were many owners, the same conduits would broadly irrigate the economy with purchasing power. — Louis O. Kelso

I always hated those classic kid movies like Old Yeller or The Yearling where the beloved pet dies. What would be so wrong with having those damn kids learn their lessons about mortality from watching Grandpa kick? Then at least the dog would be around to comfort them. — Merrill Markoe

There was a little smile on his mouth - the mouth that had been kissing hers. Otherwise, he was incommunicado.
"Liam?" she said again, more loudly this time.
Nada. He was out cold. Down for the count.
She straightened abruptly. Face was burning, joints buzzing with adrenaline, chest filled with helium.
Liam Murphy had kissed her.
And he'd fallen asleep in the middle of it. She didn't know whether to burst into song or kick something. — Kristan Higgins

Where truth goes, I will go, and where truth is I will be, and nothing but death shall divide me and the truth. — Thomas Brooks

She's not much of a team player, more of a team yeller. — Kim Harrison

As a Senator I am opposed to duelling. As Ben. Wade, I recognize the code. — Benjamin F. Wade

At the end of the day, they're happy if you do the obvious songs towards the end of the set and you've got to try and make yourself happy by doing certain songs at the front end of the set. — Rick Allen

I'm not a yeller. My theory is that no one goes out there trying to screw up. — Amy Ruley

Ever since 'Lassie' and 'Old Yeller', I won't watch animal movies. Animals in movies always die. — George A. Romero

Myron walked up the little brick walk and knocked on the door. A very attractive black woman answered, a pleasant smile at the ready. Her hair was tied back in a severe bun, emphasizing the high cheekbones. Age lines around the eyes and mouth, but nothing drastic. She was well dressed, kind of conservative. Anne Klein II. Her jewelry was noticeable but not too flashy. The overall impression: classy. Her smile seemed to fade when she saw him. "Can I help you?" "Mrs. Yeller?" She nodded slowly, as though not sure. "My name is Myron Bolitar. I'd like to ask you a few questions." The smile fled completely. "What about?" Her diction was different now. Less suburban civil. More street suspicious. — Harlan Coben