Alonzo: What's that? Blue: Motherfucking crack, man. Alonzo: That's right, Jimmy Crack Corn. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Oh, you're federally fucked now. You got crack... and a gun. You know with your record you can get 10 years per bullet? Now you gon' gimme ...
[on phone] Jake Hoyt: Hello? Alonzo Harris: Hoyt? Jake Hoyt: Yes, sir? Alonzo Harris: You on your way to roll call? Jake Hoyt: Yes, sir, I'm on my way out the door right now. Alonzo Harris: Hoyt. Jake Hoyt: Yes, sir? Alonzo Harris: Patrol ferries go ...
Shaun: Get me... 'undred fags, two bottles of wine, a bottle of whisky, and ten cans of lager now. Mr. Sandhu: You know what you're gonna have? Nothing! Shaun: What? Mr. Sandhu: You know you're not supposed to be in here. Go. Out. Bang. Shaun: Just f...
[first lines] 40-Year-Old Mattie: People do not give it credence that a young girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood. But it did happen. I was just 14 years of age when a coward by the name of Tom Chaney shot ...
Rooster Cogburn: At The Green Frog, had a billiard table. Served ladies and men both, mostly men. Tried running it myself for a while, but couldn't keep good help. And I never did learn how to buy meat. Is it him? Mattie Ross: [Examining hanging body...
MacReady: [facing a silent group] Anybody seen Fuchs? Somebody blew out a fuse in the lab. Lights where out in there for an hour; any ONE of us coulda gotten to him. All right, we gotta find him. Nauls, why don't you come with me and we'll look outsi...
Jean Claude: Just like the old days. Bryan: Would you have it any other way? Jean Claude: Between you and me, no. But now that I sit behind a desk, the world looks different. Bryan: You mean it looks boring. Jean Claude: I mean different. Okay, a lit...
Howard: Aah, gold's a devilish sort of thing, anyway. You start out, you tell yourself you'll be satisfied with 25,000 handsome smackers worth of it. So help me, Lord, and cross my heart. Fine resolution. After months of sweatin' yourself dizzy, and ...
Jerry: Hi, Mister. Would you fill 'er up, please? Old Man: I got no gas. Kirk: What? You're all out of gas? Old Man: My tank's empty! Transport woun't be here until late this afteroon. Mayby not even 'til tomorrow morning. Franklin: Hey, do you know ...
Randolph Duke: Exactly why do you think the price of pork bellies is going to keep going down, William? Billy Ray Valentine: Okay, pork belly prices have been dropping all morning, which means that everybody is waiting for it to hit rock bottom, so t...
Diane: [Mark has spent the previous night having sex with Diane only to realize she was an underage schoolgirl] Well, what's the matter, Mark? Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: It's you that's what's wrong! Diane: Well at least us hold hands. Mark "Rent-boy" R...
Buzz: Terrain seems a bit unstable. No readout yet if the air is breathable. And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere. Woody: [sneaks up on Buzz] Hello! [Buzz yells. Woody screams. Buzz fires his "laser" at Woody] Woody: Hey hey! Wh...
Woody: Buzz! Go away, you disgusting freaks! Mutant Toys: [Woody screams as he shields Buzz's arm from Babyface which grabs Buzz's arm from Woody] Woody: All back! Back, you cannibals! [Woody screams again as he loses his grip on Buzz's arm, which se...
Sergeant: [he can't see what Andy is holding up] It's a... Rex: It's A WHAT? WHAT IS IIIITTTTT? [Rex shakes the table, inadvertently knocking off the TalkBoy and causing the batteries to fall out] Rex: Oh, no! Mr. Potato Head: Oh, ya big lizard! Now ...
[Truman attempts to leave his town and a convoy of cars pulls in front of him to block his exit] Truman Burbank: Blocked at every turn. Beautifully synchronized, don't you agree? Meryl: You're blaming me for the traffic? Truman Burbank: Should I? Mer...
Nigel Tufnel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and... Marty DiBergi: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten? Nigel Tufnel: Exactly. Marty DiBergi: Does that mean it's louder? Is it any louder? Nigel Tu...
[last lines] Nigel Tufnel: [on what he would do if he couldn't be a rock star] Well, I suppose I could, uh, work in a shop of some kind, or... or do, uh, freelance, uh, selling of some sort of, uh, product. You know... Marty DiBergi: A salesman? Nige...
Rose: I love you, Jack. Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me? Rose: I'm so cold. Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna w...
Jack: Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known... Rose: Jack, I... Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm ...
Bobby Buell: Brock! Brock! There's a satellite call for you. Brock Lovett: Bobby, we're launching now. See these submersibles going into the water? [motions to the subs] Bobby Buell: Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call. [nods seriously as Bobby...
[Doug walks into an AA meeting and a speaker is sharing his story] Eskimo Story Speaker: The loss, you know what I mean? The... the disappointment in yourself. The anger that turns into disappointment. The despair. Like the guy who's sittin' at the b...
