George Aaronow: I'm no fuckin' good. Ricky Roma: Hey, cut that shit George. You're a good man, you just hit a bad streak. George Aaronow: You think so?
[Deleted scene; accountant exits after sharing some bad news] Ray Vargo: [stunned] Is he gay? Sonny Valerio: He drives a Porsche... [pause] Joe Rags: He's gay!
Danny Butterman: Point Break or Bad Boys II? Nicholas Angel: Which one do you think I'll prefer? Danny Butterman: No, I mean which one do you wanna watch first?
Soap: Where the fuck are they going?... Shift a piano? I thought this was meant to be a robbery. Eddie: Where did they get those outfits? Tom, Bacon: Not a bad idea, that.
Timon: Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it. Right? Young Simba: Right. Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Frank Hackett: I argued that television was a volatile industry in which success and failure were determined week by week; Mr. Jensen does not like volatile industries and suggested with a certain sinister silkiness that volatility in business usuall...
[Peter and Lawrence are working on the crew cleaning up the burned Initech building] Peter Gibbons: This isn't so bad, huh? Makin' bucks, gettin' exercise, workin' outside. Lawrence: Fuckin' A. Peter Gibbons: [nods] Fuckin' A.
Jigo: Give the head back now? Come on, boy. Don't be silly. Now, when the sun's about to come up? Look! He's a brainless, life-sucking god of death. At sunrise he'll vanish like a bad dream.
[last lines] Jack Sparrow: Now... bring me that horizon. [humming] Jack Sparrow: "And really bad eggs." Drink up me 'earties. Yo ho. [snaps compass shut]
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Is it that bad, sir? General Jack D. Ripper: Looks like it's pretty hairy.
Avi: Eighty-six carats. Rosebud: Where? Avi: London. Rosebud: London? Avi: London. Avi's Colleague: London? Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.
Mark Zuckerberg: I'm not a bad guy. Marylin Delpy: I know that. When there's emotional testimony, I assume that 85% of it is exaggeration. Mark Zuckerberg: And the other fifteen? Marylin Delpy: Perjury. Creation myths need a Devil.
Stacey Pilgrim: Next time, we don't date the girl with eleven evil ex-boyfriends. Scott Pilgrim: It's seven. Stacey Pilgrim: Oh, well, that's not that bad.
[Woody goes to the yard sale] Mr. Potato Head: Where is he going? He's nuts! Slinky Dog: His arm ain't that bad! Rex: Don't do it, Woody! We love you!
Mr. Potato Head: Remember all that bad stuff I said about Andy's attic? I take it all back. Slinky Dog: Ya darn-tootin' Hamm the Piggy Bank: You said it!
Rooster Cogburn: They don't call him "Lucky" Ned Pepper for nothing. Mattie Ross: That man gave his life for him and he didn't even look back. Rooster Cogburn: Looking back is a bad habit.
Marty DiBergi: "This tasteless cover is a good indication of the lack of musical invention within. The musical growth of this band cannot even be charted. They are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry." Nigel Tufnel: That's ju...
Little Bill Daggett: Now Ned, them whores are going to tell different lies than you. And when their lies ain't the same as your lies... Well, I ain't gonna hurt no woman. But I'm gonna hurt you. And not gentle like before... but bad.
Jane: I don't want to talk about it! Everytime I think about something nice, you remind me of bad things. I only want to talk about the nice things.
Brendan Conlon: I know this isn't a great time. And it's too bad about Marco. But what about me? Frank Campana: You talking about Sparta? Brendan, please. You got a better chance of starting a boy band.
