Caroline Sunshine
Caroline Sunshine

My very first role was the character of Barbara Winslow in the movie 'Marmaduke.' Up until that point, I had only done commercials. I had never done a guest star role or a series, and yet they cast me!

Patrick Carney
Patrick Carney

I'm trying to write a TV show. Ideally it would be just a reality-TV show, getting the guy who played Eddie Winslow and Kirk Cameron to live in a house. The Jehovah's Witnesses would come to the house a lot or something like that. I kind of like the idea of Scientologists and Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses trying to convert Kirk Cameron.

Roger Rees
Roger Rees

Arthur Winslow is one of the great parts.

Rumaan Alam
Rumaan Alam

I don't have a Winslow Homer or a Renoir, but I do have the liberty to live as I like.

Stanley A. McChrystal
Stanley A. McChrystal

Industrial technologies that allowed for increased mechanization in 19th-century armed forces also spurred Frederick Winslow Taylor to develop his 'Scientific Management' doctrine in Philadelphia steel mills.

The Lighthouse
The Lighthouse

Thomas Wake: Yer fond of me lobster aint' ye? I seen it - yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!
Ephraim Winslow: I don't have to say nothin'.
Thomas Wake: Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!
Thomas Wake: Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full

foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and

plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part

of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
Ephraim Winslow: Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'.

The Lighthouse
The Lighthouse

Thomas Wake: Yer relieved o' yer duties.
Thomas Howard: [giggles hysterically] No need to tell me, old-timer!
[he goes to the other room and comes back with Wake's logbook]
Thomas Howard: [reading various entries] "Assistant slept late. Work below standard. Attitude hostile. Assistant missing. Given to habitual self-abuse in

supply shed. Drunk on duty. Attempted to abandon his post. Assault. Theft. Recommend severance without pay."
[he throws the book at the wall in fury]
Thomas Howard: SEVERANCE WITHOUT PAY? You tryin' to ruin me? I'm a hard worker. I am. I work as hard as any man.
Thomas Wake: Ye lie, Thomas.
Thomas Howard: Stop it!

Thomas Wake: Ye lie to yerself, but y'ain't have the sauce to see it.
Thomas Howard: [getting down on his knees] Please... just let me into the light, old man. I've learned so much from you. Just let me show you, another chance. Forgive and forget, I says. Just let me into that lantern, is all. Don't make me beg, or I'll beg. I'll beg, if that's what you

want, I'll beg.
[pleading]
Thomas Howard: Please. Please, please, please!
Thomas Wake: Stand down.
Thomas Howard: [lurching to his feet] You selfish bastard! Keepin' it all to yourself! You left your old lady, your children, for what? For what?
Thomas Wake: Look at ye, handsome lad with eyes

bright as a lady. Come to this rock, playin' the tough. Ye make me laugh with yer false grum. Ye pretended to some mystery in yer quietudes, but... there ain't no mystery. Yer an open book. A picture, says I. A painted actress screamin' in the footlights, a bitch what wants to be coveted for nothin' but bein' born, cryin' 'bout the silver spoon what shoulda been yers! Now look at ye, cryin'.

"Boo... boo..." What ye gonna do? Will ye kill me? Will ye? Will ye kill me like ye done that gull?
Thomas Howard: I didn't!
Thomas Wake: LIAR! Ye murd'rin' dog! 'Twas ye what changed the wind on us! 'Twas ye what damned us, dog, 'twas ye! Will ye do what ye wished ye'd done to ol' Winslow? Will ye best me then? For Winslow were right, Thomas! Yer a

dog! A filthy dog! A DOG!