The hedonistic lifestyle is difficult to achieve when you're still carrying your own gear. Trust me that you don't feel glamorous with a 60-pound amp in your arms; it's a lot less sexy than toting a vodka gimlet and impossible to do in heels.
Father Brendan Flynn: You haven't the slightest proof of anything! Sister Aloysius Beauvier: But I have my certainty! And armed with that, I will go to your last parish, and the one before that if necessary. I'll find a parent.
Ash: [to his freshly sawn-off possessed hand] Here's your new home. [Ash places a bucket and a bunch of books on it to trap the hand, the top book reads "A Farewell to Arms"]
[approching a group of Japanese soldiers in Shanghai] Jamie: Excuse me everyone... [throws arms up] Jamie: I surrender. Japanese Soldiers: [laughing and mocking Jamie] I surrender! I surrender. Banzai! Banzai!
[on Kimble] Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Does he have a reason to come after you? Sykes: Well, hell yeah I have a prosthetic arm. I must have murdered his wife right?
Steinach: Herr Bartlett-! [Bartlett turns around and says something in German] Steinach: Your German is good. And I hear, also, your French. Your arms... [pulls a gun] Steinach: UP! [Bartlett surrenders]
Patrick Kenzie: [while watching TV] Fucking cops. This is just unbelievable. The whole force standing outside the house, guarding the sidewalk with their arms crossed. I mean, are the kidnappers coming back?
Lucius Malfoy: [Beckoning Draco over] Draco! Draco, don't be stupid! Narcissa Malfoy: Draco. Come. Lord Voldemort: [Holding out his arms] Welcome, Draco.
Hiccup: [drawing a new spot on his map] So, what should we name it? [Toothless scratches under his arm with his snout] Hiccup: Itchy Armpit it is.
Alan Garner: Hey what's that on your arm? Stu Price: Oh my God - Phil, you were in the hospital last night. Phil Wenneck: Yeah, I guess I was. Alan Garner: Are you okay?
[Natalie runs up to the Prime Minister at Heathrow airport and leaps into his arms] Prime Minister: God, you weigh a lot! Natalie: Oh, shut your face!
Mickey: How'd you think I'm doing? He's fucking nearly chopped my arm off. [after being attacked by Willie with a machete]
[first lines] Yuri Orlov: There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11?
Nurse #2: Mrs. Nordberg, I think we can save your husband's arm. Where would you like it sent?
Duke: Southern summers are indifferent to the trials of young love. Armed with warnings and doubts, Noah and Allie gave a remarkably convincing portrayal of a boy and a girl traveling down a very long road with no regard for the consequences.
Westley: Give us the gate key. Yellin: I have no gate key. Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, tear his arms off. Yellin: Oh, you mean *this* gate key.
Frank McLaury: [a mortally wounded McLaury is taking aim at Doc] I've got you now... you son of a bitch! Doc Holliday: [holds up arms] You're a daisy if you do! [Morgan shoots McLaury]
Alabama: I'm gonna go jump in the tub and get all slippery and soapy and then hop in that waterbed and watch X-rated movies 'till you get your ass back in my lovn' arms.
Woody: Buzz, will you get up here and gimme a hand? [Buzz throws his broken-off arm to Woody] Woody: Ha-ha, ha-ha. That's real funny. THIS IS SERIOUS!
Master at Arms: [Rose has just lied about how she "slipped" while leaning over the rail to see the propellers and that Jack saved her] Was that the way of it? Jack: Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much shit.
Fatty Rossiter: It was already loaded. Jesus, Clyde, you have three pistols and you only have one arm for Christ's sake. Clyde: Well I just don't want to be killed for lack of shootin' back.
