Sandro Cenoura: Have you lost your mind? You are just a kid! Filé-com-Fritas - Steak and Fries: A kid? I smoke, I snort. I've killed and robbed. I'm a man.
Jedediah Leland: I can remember everything. That's my curse, young man. It's the greatest curse that's ever been inflicted on the human race: memory.
Brock Rumlow: This is going to hurt. There are no prisoners with HYDRA. Just order. And order only comes with pain. You ready for yours? Sam Wilson: Man, shut the hell up!
[Benny Blanco is being beat up by Pachanga] Carlito: Take him in the alley! Carlito: [voice-over] Dumb move, man. Dumb move. But it's like them old reflexes comin' back.
[Fundiswa clutches his face mask while he witnesses the burning shack] Wikus Van De Merwe: [referring to the face mask] You don't need that, man. Only sissies wear that. You don't need that.
John Milton: A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
[at the murder scene] Inspector Frank Bumstead: What's that make so far, Husselbeck? Six hookers in all? Husselbeck: I believe so, sir. Inspector Frank Bumstead: Give the man an "A" for effort.
Walter Neff: Suddenly it came over me that everything would go wrong. It sounds crazy, Keyes, but it's true, so help me. I couldn't hear my own footsteps. It was the walk of a dead man.
Jack: [to Zack, who is drawing on the cell wall] Hey, cut it out! [Zack disobeys] Jack: *Stop it*! Man, doncha know it makes time go slower? Cut it out! [they start fighting] Jack: Fuck you...
[Waking Blake up in the morning] Nobody: Don't let the sun burn a hole in your ass, William Blake. Rise now, and drive your cart and plough over the bones of the dead!
[Pickett is going to drink from a pool, turning his back on Wilson in the process] Cole Wilson: Don't do that. Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett: Why not? Cole Wilson: It's bad for your health...
Bob Roland: This letter's the work of Trentino. The man is trying to undermine you. Now what are you going to do about it? Rufus T. Firefly: I've got a good mind to ring his doorbell and run.
John Keating: Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is - Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? [pause] John Keating: Mr. Perry? Neil: To communicate. John Keating: No! To woo women!
Unknown: The doctor's a gentleman. The Bolshevik: Right! It's written all over him. Unknown: He's a good man. The Bolshevik: God rot good men. [Lara silently stares in loathing at the Bolshevik]
Elliot: He's a man from outer space and we're taking him to his spaceship. Greg: Well, can't he just beam up? Elliot: This is *reality*, Greg.
[Mary hits E.T. with the refrigerator door] Gertie: Here he is. Mary: [absently] Here's who? Gertie: The man from the moon. But I think you've killed him already.
Vasilli: He shot him on the run. It was an impossible shot. Danilov: Vassili... Vasilli: You've promised people a victory I can't deliver. I don't stand a chance against this man.
Azim: [referring to the bathhouse] Semyon recommends this place for business meetings, because you can see what tattoos a man has. Come on, we have a lot to cover. Let's cook.
Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.
Captain Yardley: I never liked you. You know why? You don't curse. I don't trust a man who doesn't curse. Not a "fuck" or a "shit" in all these years. Real men curse.
[after Joker kills the sniper] Private Rafterman: [laughs] Hey Joker, we ought to put you up for the congressional medal of... ugly! Ha-ha! Donlon: Hard core man, hard core.
