Movie Arthur Quotes Novels & Stories

He spoke, his eyes slowly dropping down to the floor. “Of course, it is very wrong but I just could not help falling in love with how you defend your so-called best friend. Man, I wish I made popcorn because this is lit!” Shortly after clicking his tongue, Arthur shuffled inside, a smirk still hanging out across his lips as he stood on the other side of the table.

ANTON "You're still in love with her." I nearly choked on my coffee. Across the table, Arthur looked completely unbothered as he took another leisurely sip from his cup. I lowered mine slowly. "Excuse me?" Arthur lifted a brow. "You heard me." I stared at him. He stared right back. Neither of us blinked. Finally, I dragged a hand down my face and sighed. "You're unbelievable." Arthur smiled into his coffee. "And you're obvious."

She'd known this was coming, but knowing didn't make it any easier. Marcus reached for her hand, his grip steady and warm. "Whatever he says, we don't react. We stay calm." Chloe nodded, her throat tight. Arthur appeared on the screen. He was seated in a familiar setting—his private study, the walls lined with books and framed photographs. He looked older than Chloe remembered. More tired. But his eyes were sharp, his expression carefully composed. "My fellow Americans," Arthur began, his voice smooth and measured. "I come to you today not as a businessman, but as a father. A grandfather. A man who has been vilified and attacked by those closest to him."

I heave a sigh as I find myself fighting to concentrate. “Are you sure it’s just the film or you’ve fallen for her?” “What!?” My nose scrunched up in disgust. “I, Alpha Arthur, can’t fall for any lady. Not in this life or another,” standing up from my seat, “My brain needs to have a proper rest,” and with that, I storm out of my office back to my room. *******

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”

Sophia offered a warm smile. “Make her happy, share your joy. Women are incredible gifts. They multiply whatever love we give them. As long as you cherish her properly, there’s nothing to worry about.” Arthur stayed quiet for a moment before releasing a deep sigh. “If anything goes wrong, I swear I’ll make your life miserable.” Sophia chuckled. “Go ahead, but first get ready to stand at that altar. Your heaven is about to walk down the aisle soon.” A smile finally broke across Arthur’s face. “You know, you can be a real pain sometimes, but you’re actually a decent daughter.”

She felt like crying for a reason she didn't even know, all she knew was that she was feeling awful right now. When Arthur stepped outside of the Villa, Caine waited for him outside with 5 muscular guys, in fancy suits, carrying baseball bats in their hands. Seeing that Arthur shivered a little, not because he was afraid of being beat up, but because he knew he might do something crazy. 'I'm not in the mood for this,' Arthur thought, trying to ignore Caine and just go. But Caine gripped his hand. "Where do you think you're going, Mr…Arthur, Roth?" He mockingly asked, exaggerating the last word.

Just because Arthur didn’t see it didn’t mean that I wasn’t able to see it either. “Trust me you little human bit-…I have never had to rely on luck to get what I want. And definitely not when it comes to hockey,” Arthur said. I jabbed my finger at his chest, anger fueling my courage. “Well, that’s what saved you that day, luck. And it’s not going to save you forever.” God, I hated how arrogant this asshole was. I wished that I could just shut him up and put him in his place.

Arthur finds me near the gate. He is holding a small glass of something amber. He looks at me for a moment. “Gerald would have found the ceremony slightly verbose,” he says. “Dana was not verbose,” I say. “The specific love that lives in the details,” Arthur says. “Gerald would have said that was accurate. “What words would Gerald have used?” I say. Arthur thinks about it. “He would have said: pay attention to each other,” he says. “That is all. The rest follows.”

“Don’t be a freeloader, repay your debts and don’t bother people too much.” “I meant advice for dealing with the Pope.” “Good advice applies to all situations,” said Arthur. “What about the druids?” asked Maurice. “Are they going to cause any trouble?” “They’re harmless,” said Arthur. “Just persistent. Like weeds.” We were at the front door as he herded us through like a wily old sheepdog. “And the giant green brain?” I asked as he began closing the doors on us. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Like broccoli,” said Maurice.