[first lines after the opening song] Merchant: Ahh! Salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend. Please, please, come closer. [camera hits him in the face] Merchant: Too close! A little too close. [camera backs up] Merchant: There. Welcome to Agrab...
Jean: Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to? Patrick Bateman: I'm looking for, uh... [Puts nail gun to the back of Jean's head] Patrick Bateman: I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.
Col. Quaritch: Son, I take care of my own. You get me what I need, I make sure that when you rotate home you get your legs back, your real legs. Jake Sully: That sounds real good sir.
Eversmann: Look, these people, they have no jobs, no food, no education, no future. I just figure that we have two things we can do. Help, or we can sit back and watch a country destroy itself on CNN. Right?
[first lines] [reading aloud as he writes a note] Evan: If anyone finds this, it means my plan didn't work and I'm already dead. But if I can somehow go back to the beginning of all of this, I might be able to save her.
Billy: I think I'm scared, Dad. Dad: That's okay, son. We're all scared. Billy: Well... if I don't like it, can I still come back? Dad: Are you kidding? We've let out your room. [straight face then laughter]
Marty McFly: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Ah... Are you telling me that you built a time machine... out of a DeLorean? Dr. Emmett Brown: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some *style?*
[pacing in front of the clock tower] Dr. Emmett Brown: [looks at his watch] Damn! Where is that kid? [looks at a small alarm clock in his other hand] Dr. Emmett Brown: Damn! [looks at a second watch on his other wrist] Dr. Emmett Brown: Damn! Damn!
[Stella Baines is Marty's future grandmother] Stella Baines: You know, Marty, you look so familiar to me. Do I know your mother? Marty McFly: [turning to look at Lorraine, his mother in the future] Yeah, I think maybe you do...
Dr. Emmett Brown: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the crudity of this model. I didn't have time to build it to scale or paint it. [reveals intricate tabletop model of the town square] Marty McFly: [impressed] It's good.
Marty McFly: Look, Marvin, you gotta play. See, that's where they kiss for the first time on the dance floor. And if there's no music, they can't dance. If they can't dance, they can't kiss. If they can't kiss they can't fall in love, and I'm history...
Linda McFly: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody? Lorraine Baines: Well, it'll just happen. Like the way I met your father. Linda McFly: That was so stupid! Grandpa hit him with the car. Lorraine Baines: [wistfully] It was meant to be.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Things have certainly changed around *here*. I remember when this was all farmland as far the eye could see. Old man Peabody owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Marty McFly: [Marty has just woken up to a new and improved 1985, and sees his brother and sister well-dressed and sitting at the dinner table, eating breakfast] Marty McFly: Hey. What the hell is this? Linda McFly: Breakfast.
[to Barton, while trying to get Barton to go to Hollywood] Garland: The common man will still be here when you get back. Who knows, there may even be one or two of them in Hollywood. Barton: That's a rationalization, Garland. Garland: Barton, it was ...
Marty McFly: I don't get it, Doc. I mean, how can all this be happening? It's like we're in Hell or something. Doc: No, it's Hill Valley. Although I can't imagine Hell being much worse!
Lorraine Baines: [frowns at a stuttering Marty] Are you all right? Marty McFly: [stares at his mother's obviously enlarged breasts] I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just that you're so... you're so... big.
[Biff has chased Marty to the roof of a building] Biff Tannen: Go ahead, kid! Jump! A suicide will be nice and neat. Marty McFly: What if I don't? [Biff points gun at Marty] Biff Tannen: Lead poisoning.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Listen up, Eastwood! I aim to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it'd be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.
Buford's Gang Member #2: Hey, take a gander at them moccasins! What kinda skins is them? What's that writin' mean? Buford's Gang Member #1: "Nee-kay"? What is that, some sorta Injun talk or somethin'?
Walter Sobchak: When we make the handoff, I double back, grab one of 'em and beat it out of him! Huh? The Dude: That's a great plan, Walter. That's fuckin' ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It's a Swiss fuckin' watch.
