Lord Victor Quartermaine: [preparing to engage Wallace in fisticuffs] And don't think that acting like a big girl's blouse will get you out of it. There's no mercy with Victor Quartermaine.
Selma: [talking about musical films] You know when the camera goes really big and it comes up out of the roof, and you just know that it's gonna end? I hate that.
Crush: Oh, it's awesome, Jellyman. The little dudes are just eggs, we leave 'em on a beach to hatch, and then, coo-coo-cachoo, they find their way back to the big ol' blue.
Hans: Are you laughing at me? Cleopatra: Why no, monsieur. Hans: Thanks, I'm glad. Cleopatra: Why should they laugh at you? Hans: Most big people do, they don't realize that I'm a man with the same feelings they have.
Sipsey: Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!
Raoul Duke: You scurvy shiester bastard. I'm a doctor of journalism man! Get in there and clean your shorts! Clean your shorts goddammit like a big boy!
[from trailer] Patrick Kenzie: He lied to me. Now I can't think of one reason big enough for him to lie about that's small enough not to matter.
Harriet Walsh: [Sirens wailing] Where are my boys? Harriet Walsh, Irving Walsh: Mikey? Brand? Mikey: Hi mom. Hi dad. I guess we're in big shit now right?
Andrew Largeman: You changed my life. You changed my life, and I've known you four days. This is the start of something really big, but right now, I gotta go.
Harry: Where did he go? Marv: Maybe he committed suicide. Kevin McCallister: I'm over here you big horse's ass, come and get me before I call the police.
Inspector Frank Butterman: And he had one thing you haven't got. Nicholas Angel: What's that, sir? Inspector Frank Butterman: A great, big, bushy beard!
Elastigirl: Settle down, are you kidding? I'm at the top of my game! I'm right up there with the big dogs! Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't think so.
[the lone obstacle to the sought-after gold is a solitary tank guarding the bank] Crapgame: Then make a DEAL! Big Joe: What kind of deal? Crapgame: A DEAL, deal! Maybe the guy's a Republican. "Business is business," right?
Italian Immigrant: The voice of the sea, it is like a shout, a shout big a strong, screaming and screaming. And the thing it was screaming was, yoooou... with shit instead of brains... life is immense... can you understand that? Italian Immigrant: Im...
Colin: America, watch out, here comes Colin Frissell! [pauses and turns, holding his hands out as if describing a large fish] Colin: [in a much deeper voice] ... And he's got a big *knob*!
Carl Van Loon: You don't really live here, do you? Eddie Morra: Well ah... the Spartans weren't really big on amenities. Carl Van Loon: Yeah, and they eventually got their asses kicked.
Simon Foster: That's not supposed to be out there... Malcolm Tucker: Well, it is out there, it's out there now, lurking like a big hairy rapist at a coach station. You know, if I could, I'd punch you into paralysis!
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Harry Luck: I heard you got a contract open. Chris: Well, not for a high-stepper like you. Harry Luck: A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
Amos Carruthers: [bringing his truant son Herbert to school] Ain't you goin' to give him a whoppin'? Ransom Stoddard: No, he's too big.
Big Dan Teague: You don't say much my friend, but when you do it's to the point, and I salute you for it.
