Dalton Russell: Anyway, does this sound anything like the interests you came in here to protect? Or am I just whistling Dixie out my ass?
Cobb: They say we only use a fraction of our brain's true potential. Now that's when we're awake. When we're asleep, we can do almost anything.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: [Dr. Ellie Sattler has dug through a pile of dino-droppings with her hands] You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?
Rupert Pupkin: Why not me? Why not? A guy can get anything he wants as long as he pays the price. What's wrong with that? Stranger things have happened.
Eddie: That's quite a raise. That's 150 on my 100. "Hatchet" Harry: Yeah. And is there anything else you want to say?
Judas: How will you ever pay for your sins? Jesus: With my life, Judas. With my life. I don't have anything else.
Shimizu: I don't know anything about the enemy. I thought all Americans were cowards. I was taught they were savages.
Kirby: Your packet has tickets in it, and there's your badge number. Richard: Okay. Kirby: Is there anything else? Richard: Uh, yeah. Is there a funeral home around here?
Robert Marley: We were always heckling you. Jacob Marley: It's good to be heckling again. Robert Marley: It's good to be doing anything again.
Eliza Doolittle: I sold flowers; I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me, I'm not fit to sell anything else.
Christian Szell: [to Babe] I envy you your school days. Enjoy them fully. It's the last time in your life no one expects anything of you.
Mendoza: Father, I've come to ask you to bless me. Gabriel: No. If you're right, you'll have God's blessing. If you're wrong, my blessing won't mean anything.
Quentin: They watched us get arrested. We're practically ex-convicts. They'll never dance with us. O'Dell: Jesus, Quentin, you don't know anything about women.
Anne: I don't believe that the Holy Spirit is a dove. Nicholas: I don't believe that either. Anne: Doves are anything but holy. Nicholas: They poo on the window.
Jack Sparrow: Do us a favor... I know it's difficult for you... but please, stay here, and try not to do anything... stupid.
Tracy Lord: Dexter, would you mind doing something for me? C. K. Dexter Haven: Anything. What? Tracy Lord: Get the heck out of here.
Patton: The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Gus Grissom: I did NOT do anything wrong. The hatch just BLEW. It was a GLITCH. It was a- a TECHNICAL MALFUNCTION. Why in hell won't anyone believe me?
Deke Slayton: [at press conference] We're not saying anything new here. We're just saying the same things that need to be said again and again with fierce conviction.
Lloyd Dobler: Hey my brother, can I borrow a copy of your "Hey Soul Classics"? Jason Dobler: No, my brother, you have to go buy your own.
Lloyd Dobler: Just knowing that a version like that exists, knowing that just for a minute she felt that and wrote "I can't help loving you". That has be a good thing.
