Dr. Peter Venkman: oh, wait, wait, i've always wanted to do this! and... [he yanks the tablecloth off of one of the tables, upsetting and breaking everything except a vase of flowers on the center of the table] Dr. Peter Venkman: [shouting while offs...
Michael: I've always taken care of you, Fredo. Fredo Corleone: Taken care of me? You're my kid brother and you take care of me? Did you ever think about that? Hah? Did you ever once that about that?
[In a church, planning a hit on Joey Zasa] Al Neri: Look! I'd love to smack Joey Zasa and then whack the bag, Okay? But it's impossible. He's always mingling with people. In front of TV cameras, in his own neighborhood, it's impossible.
Percy Wetmore: [after finding Mr. Jingles alive after he steps on him] You switched 'em. You switched 'em somehow, you bastards. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Yeah I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet for occasions such as this.
Irene Walsh: Now, Rosalita, this is the attic. Mr. Walsh doesn't like anybody up here, ever. I guess that's why it's always open. Mouth: [in Spanish] Translation - never go up there. It's filled with Mr. Walsh's *sexual torture devices*.
Major Motoko Kusanagi: If we all reacted the same way, we'd be predictable, and there's always more than one way to view a situation. What's true for the group is also true for the individual. It's simple: Overspecialize, and you breed in weakness. I...
[Tonks and Ron arrive at the Burrow] Nymphadora Tonks: Deserves that. Brilliant, he was. Wouldn't be standing here without him. Hermione Granger: Really? Ron Weasley: Always the tone of surprise.
Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...
Bilbo Baggins: Who is that? He doesn't look too happy. Gandalf: It is Dain, Lord of the Ironhills. Thorin's cousin. Bilbo Baggins: [jogging to catch up to Gandalf] Are they alike? Gandalf: [pauses] I always found Thorin the more reasonable of the two...
Marley: You live down the street from me right?, You know anytime you see you can always say hello, you don't have to be afraid. A lot of stuff has been said about me, none of it's true.
Rob: Songs at my funeral: "Many Rivers to Cross" by Jimmy Cliff, "Angel" by Aretha Franklin, and I've always had this fantasy that some beautiful, tearful woman would insist on "You're the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me" by Gladys Knight. But wh...
[seagulls fly across the sky] Maude: Dreyfus once wrote from Devil's Island that he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany he realized they had only been seagulls... For me they will always be - *glorious* birds.
Clarissa Vaughn: I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will al...
Thranduil: Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be. In time all ...
Louis: We searched village after village, country after country. And always we found nothing. I began to believe we were the only ones. There was a strange comfort in that thought. For what could the damned really have to say to the damned?
The Bride: You want to come to the wedding? Bill: Only if I can sit on the bride's side. The Bride: You'll find it a bit lonely on my side. Bill: Your side always was a bit lonely. But I wouldn't sit anywhere else.
Karen: Loitering around the jewelry section, I see! Harry: No. I was just looking around. Karen: Don't worry, my expectations are not that high after 13 years of Mr. "Oh-but-you-always-LOVE-scarves"! Actually, I do love this one.
Little Chris: Fuckin' hell John, do you always walk around with this in your pocket? Big Chris: Hey! You use language like that again son, you'll wish you hadn't!
One Stab: Tristan died in 1963. The moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the North Country, where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between ...
Younger Bear: Every time I believe you are dead and the buzzards have eaten your body, you come back! Jack Crabb: Yes, and I always will until you pay me the life you owe me.
Jean Valjean: You are wrong, and always have been wrong. I'm a man no worse than any man. You are free and there are no conditions. no bargains or petitions. There's nothing that I blame you for. You've done your duty, nothing more.
