Mrs. Fox: Mrs. Collins, if that boy's your son I'll eat my yard stick.
Margo: [to Gru; glaring at Antonio] I hate boys. Gru: Yes, they stink.
Pizza Boy: [while delivering pizzas to Sonny and Sal] I'm a fucking star!
Father McGruder: Stand back boy! This calls for divine intervention!
Old man in barbershop: That boy sure is a runnin' fool!
Hobbs: You just earned yourself a dance with the devil, boy.
Don Corleone: [crying, staring at Sonny's body] Look how they massacred my boy!
M. Gustave: Keep your hands off my lobby boy!
Vernon Dursley: Face it, Petunia! Our boy has gone yumpy!
Colonel Ludlow: Don't talk at me boy as if I've never seen a war!
Mr. Eddy: Boy, that's smooth. Smooth as shit off a duck's ass!
Hawkeye: We just dropped in to see how you boys was doing.
Ugluk: Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys.
War boy: Are you alright, Joe? Immortan Joe: No!
[In reference to a bird from a trick] Alfred Borden: See? He's fine! Boy: But where's his brother?
Jack Torrance: [typed] All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
[repeated line] Major John Smith: Broadsword calling Danny Boy.
Edie: Shouldn't everybody care about everybody else? Terry: Boy, what a fruitcake you are!
The susceptibility of the average modern to pictorial suggestion enables advertising to exploit his lessened power of judgment.
I've never had any religion. I'd prefer it if I did, really. Even as a boy I just couldn't make myself believe.
I'm no romantic, surfing, California boy. I like reading, writing, philosophizing. Scheming. I've been doing some exploration of the inner space.
