A Quote by Stanley Kubrick

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. — © Stanley Kubrick
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack. With enough jack, Jack needn't be a dull boy.
You've got to stay focused without being boring - because all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Skinny, but dull.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. But all play and no work makes him something worse.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy - and Jill a wealthy widow.
All work and no play may make Jim a dull boy, but no work and all play makes Jim all kinds of a jackass.
All work and no play make any forensic pathologist a dull boy.
Perhaps it is this theory of all work and no play that has made the Marxist such a very dull boy.
All work and no play doesn't just make Jill and Jack dull, it kills the potential of discovery, mastery, and openness to change and flexibility and it hinders innovation and invention.
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
Peter was dull; he was at first Dull; - Oh, so dull - so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed - Still with his dulness was he cursed - Dull -beyond all conception - dull.
All work and no plagiarism makes for dull sermons!
All work and no plagiarism makes a dull speech.
The most fascinating powers don't mean a thing if the guy's poorly motivated or dull, and the most generic powers won't hurt a well-motivated character. Personality and motivation are what make Magneto, Magneto and not Cosmic Boy. The powers work for him, but it's his motivation that makes him the character he is.
Jack: Actually, I was found. Lady Bracknell: Found? Jack: Uh, yes, I was in... a handbag. Lady Bracknell: A handbag? Jack: Yes, it was... [makes gestures] Jack: an ordinary handbag.
As a Middle Eastern male, I know there's certain things I'm not supposed to say on an airplane in the U.S., right? I'm not supposed to be walking down the aisle, and be like, 'Hi, Jack.' That's not cool. Even if I'm there with my friend named Jack, I say, 'Greetings, Jack. Salutations, Jack.' Never 'Hi, Jack.'
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!
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