I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn't exist.
— You and I are alike, and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it.
— To do the right thing.
— I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
— You'll have the chance to do something... something courageous. And when you do, you'll discover something. That you're a good man.
— All evidence to the contrary.
— I have faith in you. Want to know why?
— Do tell, dearie.
— Curiosity. You're going to want it. A chance to be admired and gain the rewards that follow. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like.
However well established a woman's principles may be she cannot always keep on her guard against the temptation to exercise an idle curiosity.
What's the point of breathing if somebody already tells you the difference between an apple and a bicycle? If I bite a bicycle and ride an apple, then I'll know the difference.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
— Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the... Propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here... saved me. And almost
went over himself. <...>
— You'll want to tie those. It's interesting... the young lady slipped so suddenly... and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.
Are we not human? Are we not curious to hear another person’s take?