Emissary: What the heck? We don't have wind here! Why is there a wind blowing and why are the ship boards groaning like they're made of old wood?
Johnason: Captain on deck! You get used to it.
Johnason: Captain on deck! You get used to it.
— Lady Noga's entrance, Sluggy Freelance, "Oceans Unmoving"
"Vampires like it windy."
— J.D., Scrubs
"The wind is howling..."
"It does that a lot around here."
— Rick, after yet another ominous gust of wind following a potentially calamitous discovery, ''The Mummy (1999)'
Peter: Where is that wind coming from? We're in a basement.
Spider-Man Noir: Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind... smells like rain.
Spider-Man Noir: Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind... smells like rain.
"Look at her hair!" the mother exclaimed, and the father went silent. There was no denying the hair. A newborn baby's mane and tail are not supposed to look like several hundreds of bits were spent on styling it. And it flowed. Like an invisible wind in slow-motion breezing through it, sparkling all along the length of the hair.
"She's a protagonist!" the mother wailed.
"She's a protagonist!" the mother wailed.
