Batman: You don't want to hurt the boy, Harvey. Two-Face: It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair!
Tourist Mom: [pulls on the boy's leash] Justin! Tourist Dad: Look honey, take my picture, I have a pyramid in my hands.
Veteran Cop: [to his partner, upon witnessing Batman's return] Oh, boy, you are in for a show tonight, son.
John Keating: I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. Nolan: At these boys' age? Not on your life!
Private Cowboy: I think what she's trying to say is that you black boys pack too much meat.
Tevye: [singing] Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? Golde: [singing] I don't remember growing older. When did they?
Dr. Gonzo: Let's give the boy a lift. Raoul Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.
Bill Dodge: I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker.
Mama Fratelli: Trust your dear old mother boys. Throw 'er into four-wheel drive and hold on to your hats.
Union Captain at the Bridge: You'll all turn to dust,but one thing is sure, boys... Branston Bridge will stand unbroken.
Bellatrix Lestrange: Cissy, put the boys in the cellar! I'm going to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl.
Dean McCoppin: Oh, hey, I know you. Squirrel boy. Hogarth Hughes: Uh, Hogarth. Dean McCoppin: By night known as Hogarth.
Little Violet: [commenting on George] I like him. Little Mary: You like every boy. Little Violet: What's wrong with that?
Quint: [trying to hurry Brody into the boat] Come on Chief, this isn't no boy scout picnic. See ya' got ya' rubbers! [Quint laughs wildly]
Jamie's Girlfriend: Hurry up big boy, I'm naked and I want you at least twice before Jamie gets home.
Samuel: Tristan! Get back to your unit! Tristan: Those boys are boring. I'd rather have you watching my back.
George: Tell them how you made me fall in love with you. Robin: I smiled at him. George: Watch out for the smile boys.
Waldo Lydecker: If you come a little bit closer, my boy, I can just crack your skull with my walking stick.
New Mother: Is it a boy or a girl? Obstretrician: I think it's a bit early to start imposing roles on it, don't you?
Max Rockatansky: [pointing at his Interceptor car being driven by a War Boy] That's mine!
Argentinean: The boy has talent. [Grabs Christian's crotch] Argentinean: [Christian gasps] Argentinean: Nothing funny, I just like talent.
