[repeated line] Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Where's the booze? Flowin' like mud around here.
Scent of a Woman[last lines] Betsy: Travis, I'm... how much was it? [Travis clears meter] Travis Bickle: So long.
Taxi Driver[first lines] Burt Munro: [rolling a distance gauge] 93... 94... 95... 96... 97...
The World's Fastest IndianMarianne Borg: All along the line, there's nothing but cold and death and loneliness
Wild Strawberries