Grail Figure: What is the secret of the Grail? Who does it serve? Perceval: You, my lord. Grail Figure: Who am I? Perceval: You are my lord and king. You are Arthur. Grail Figure: Have you found the secret that I have lost? Perceval: Yes. You and the...
Rocket Raccoon: [jumps on Groot who is fighting the sentry bots] You idiot! How am I supposed to fight these things without my stuff? Drax the Destroyer: Creepy little beast! [throws to Rocket a machine gun] Rocket Raccoon: Oh yeah!
Mr. McGuire: I just want to say one word to you. Just one word. Benjamin: Yes, sir. Mr. McGuire: Are you listening? Benjamin: Yes, I am. Mr. McGuire: Plastics. Benjamin: Exactly how do you mean?
Louie: It's a pigeon. It must be a carrier pigeon or whatever. Old Consigliere: Passenger pigeon! They've been extinct since 1914! Sonny Valerio: Am I fucking dreaming here or what? All right, Louie, forget about the bird, okay?
Ron Weasley: Oh my God. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs! Harry Potter: Ron, you don't have a wife. Ron Weasley: Right.
Peter McCallister: Hey did you by any chance pick up a voltage adapter thing? Kate McCallister: No, I didn't have time to do that. Peter McCallister: Well how am I supposed to shave in France? Kate McCallister: Grow a goatee.
[McCauley calls Van Zant on the phone] Roger Van Zant: What are you doing? Neil McCauley: What am I doing? I'm talking to an empty telephone. Roger Van Zant: I don't understand. Neil McCauley: 'Cause there is a dead man on the other end of this fucki...
Manfred: Okay, you. Check for poop. Sid: Hey, why am I the poop-checker? Manfred: Because returning the runt was your idea, because you're small and insignificant, and because I'll pummel you if you don't. Sid: ...Why else? Manfred: NOW, Sid!
Syndrome: [Slams Mr. Incredible against the ground] Am I good enough now? [Slams him again] Syndrome: Who's super now? I'm Syndrome, your nemesis and... [inadvertently throws Mr. Incredible out of sight] Syndrome: Oh, brilliant.
[Grandfather, who has laid himself down to die, wakes up] Old Lodge Skins: Am I still in this world? Jack Crabb: Yes, Grandfather. Old Lodge Skins: [groans] I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works. Sometimes, it doesn't.
Landlord: Am I a charity? You haven't paid me in four months. Fantine: [shivering with cold] I paid you... Landlord: I have bills too and I can't spread my legs. Besides, it's not good business to rent to a whore.
[from trailer] Olive: Grandpa, am I pretty? Grandpa: You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Olive: You're just saying that. Grandpa: No! I'm madly in love with you and it's not because of your brains or your personality.
Sera: So why are you a drunk? Ben Sanderson: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me? Sera: Yes. Ben Sanderson: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.
Jane: I wanted you to know, now, I've loved you since the first day I met you, and I'll never stop. I'm a very lucky woman. Frank: So am I...
John Mason: I want a suite, a shower, a shave, the feel of a suit. Stanley Goodspeed: May I also suggest a haircut? John Mason: Am I out of style? Stanley Goodspeed: Unless you're a 20 year old guitarist from Seattle. It's a grunge thing.
Raleigh: [Into tape recorder, softly] Dudley suffers from a rare disorder combining symptoms of amnesia, dyslexia, and color-blindness, with a highly acute sense of hearing. Dudley Heinsbergen: [from adjoining room] I'm not color blind, am I? Raleigh...
Tony Montana: Look at that... that cable truck there. Since when does it take three days to hook up cable? Manny: What, you've been watching it for three days? Tony Montana: The fuckin' thing has been there for three days! What am I gonna do? Not loo...
Yochabel: [Yochabel's last line, were said in deep joy] God of our fathers, who has appointed an end to the bondage of Israel, blessed am I among all mothers in the land, for my eyes have beheld Thy deliverer.
Russell: [off screen in the jungle] Mr. Fredricksen? Am I supposed to dig the hole before or after? Carl Fredricksen: Nyaa! None of my concern! Russell: [after a pause] Oh... It's before! Carl Fredricksen: Nyaa! [covers his ears and shakes his head]
Bud Fox: Did mom give you fish for dinner? Carl Fox: Spaghetti! Your mother still makes lousy spaghetti. Bud Fox: It's called "pasta" now, dad. "Spaghetti" is out of date. Carl Fox: So am I.
I have more perspective now, and am happier now. It's not that I don't want success, but I now know I can have success at a lower level and make much more money doing it by myself. I make $6 or $7 bucks a record vs. nothing off those other records.
