Rick: How can you close me up? On what grounds? Captain Renault: I'm shocked... shocked to find that gambling is going on in there. Croupier: Your winnings sir. Captain Renault: [sotto voce] Oh, thank you very much.
Lord Arthur Holmwood: Forgive me, sir. My life is hers - I would give my last drop of blood to save her. Van Helsing: The last drop? Thank you, you're very welcome here.
[Simon and Targo have just learned that McClane killed two of their henchmen at the aqueduct] Mathias Targo: I told you not to toy with him! Simon: Thank you, that's very helpful.
Shelly: [the posessed Shelly's face is smoking and scarred] Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if I had remained on those hot coals, burning my pretty flesh.
[Offering Elizabeth his coat before putting her in the tower] Arundel: Madam, you are cold. Elizabeth: I do not need your pity. Arundel: Accept it, then, for my sake. Elizabeth: Thank you. I shall not forget this kindness.
Boy in Police Station: Drugs? Jeannie: Thank you, no. I'm straight. Boy in Police Station: I meant, are you in here for drugs? Jeannie: Why are you here? Boy in Police Station: Drugs.
Simon Bishop: Thank you, Melvin. You... overwhelm me. [pauses] Simon Bishop: I love you. Melvin Udall: I tell you, buddy... I'd be the luckiest guy alive if that did it for me.
[a laser is about to cut Bond in half] James Bond: I think you made your point. Thank you for the demonstration. Auric Goldfinger: Choose your next witticism carefully Mr. Bond, it may be your last.
[after being told they are reassigning him to a nice village he originally planned for retirement] Nicholas Angel: I don't know what to say. Metropolitan Police Inspector: Yes. Sergeant: Yes, thank you.
Dori: Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf? Gandalf: Yes? Dori: May I tempt you with a cup of chamomile? Gandalf: Oh, no, thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think.
Alan Garner: It was a real pleasure meeting you. Melissa: Fuck off! Alan Garner: I'm thinking about getting my bartender's license. Melissa: Suck my dick. Alan Garner: No, thank you.
Eames: Great. Thank you. So, now we're trapped in Fischer's mind battling his own private army, and if we get killed, we'll be lost in limbo till our brains turn to scrambled egg.
Joe: Thank you, Randy. I was sure you'd see it my way. Take good care of yourself. Randy Kennan: I'll take care of myself, mister. That's my specialty.
King George VI: [as he prepares to broadcast his wartime speech] Logue, however this turns out, I don't know how to thank you... for what you've done. Lionel Logue: [after a pause] Knighthood?
Adult Pi Patel: So which story do you prefer? Writer: The one with the tiger. That's the better story. Adult Pi Patel: Thank you. And so it goes with God. Writer: [smiles] It's an amazing story.
Yuri Orlov: Thank God there are still legal ways to exploit developing countries. The only problem with an honest buck is they're so hard to make - the margins are too low, too many people are doin' it.
Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. [to Satine] Christian: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
[Jane climbs a ladder] Frank: Nice beaver! Jane: [producing a stuffed beaver] Thank you. I just had it stuffed.
Pappy O'Daniel: Shake a leg Junior! Thank God your mammy died givin' birth. If she'd have seen you, she'd have died o' shame.
Inigo Montoya: [pushing his way through a crowd] Excuse me... Pardon me, please, it's important... Fezzik, please? Fezzik: EVERYBODY MOVE! [everybody clears a path] Inigo Montoya: Thank you.
Marty: Yeah, I'm Martin Vail, from the public defender's office. I'm handling the Aaron Stampler case. Cop: Hmm, The Butcher Boy. Marty: Yes, thank you, I forgot his real name.
