Colonel Smithers: Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy. M: What's the matter with it? James Bond: I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... with an overdose of bon-bois. M: Colonel Smithers is giving the lectu...
James Bond: Manners, Oddjob. I thought you always took your hat off to a lady. James Bond: [to Pussy] You know, he kills little girls like you. Pussy Galore: Little boys, too.
[Mikey calls for a bathroom break] Mikey: Okay, this is the little boys' room, and that cave over there is the little girls' room. [Brandon heads to a different cave] Mikey: Brand, where're you going? Brandon Walsh: This is the *men's* room.
Peter McCallister: Hi. Harry: Hi. Are you Mr. McCallister? Peter McCallister: Yeah. Harry: The Mr. McCallister who lives here? Peter McCallister: Yes. Pizza Boy: Oh, good, because somebody owes me $122.50.
Madam Suliman: That boy is extremely dangerous, his powers are far too great for someone without a heart. [pause] Madam Suliman: If he stays selfish, I'm afraid he'll end up just like the Witch of the Wastes.
Danny Butterman: Point Break or Bad Boys II? Nicholas Angel: Which one do you think I'll prefer? Danny Butterman: No, I mean which one do you wanna watch first?
Mayor Vaughn: Fellows, let's be reasonable, huh? This is not the time or the place to perform some kind of a half-assed autopsy on a fish... And I'm not going to stand here and see that thing cut open and see that little Kintner boy spill out all ove...
Edgar McGraw: What'd I tell you, Pop? It's like a goddamn Nicaraguan death squad. Earl McGraw: You'd better shit-can that blasphemy, boy. You're in a house of worship.
Calpurnia: That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear? And if you can't act fit to eat like folks, you can just set here and eat in the kitchen.
Harry Hart: [from trailer] Boys, I've had a rather emotional day, so whatever your beef with Eggsy is, and I'm sure it's well founded, I'd appreciate it if you could just leave us in peace.
Pi Patel: I can eat the biscuits, but God made tigers carnivorous, so I must learn to catch fish. If I don't, I'm afraid his last meal would be a skinny vegetarian boy.
Writer: Have I forgotten anything? Adult Pi Patel: I think you set the stage. So far we have an Indian boy named after a French swimming pool on a Japanese ship full of animals heading to Canada.
Frankie Dunn: [about Danger] He paid his dues? Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Dues? The boy can't afford pants, you want him to pay dues? Frankie Dunn: Get out of my office!
Johnny Boy: What's the matter, you too good for this ten dollars? Huh? You too good for it? It's a good ten dollars. Know somethin' Mikey? You make me laugh. You know that?
[when Smith is announced as the newly appointed Senator] James Taylor: I want you to let the ballyhoo boys loose, plan a celebration, and declare a holiday.
Clark: [after being in the desert for too long, Clark begins to go insane] Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Dead. I'm dead. Taxi! Here boy! The heat. Darn. I'm dead. I'm finished. Hot! Hot!
Bob Slydell: I'd like to move us right along to a Peter Gibbons. Now we had a chance to meet this young man, and boy that's just a straight shooter with upper management written all over him.
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.
Jigo: Give the head back now? Come on, boy. Don't be silly. Now, when the sun's about to come up? Look! He's a brainless, life-sucking god of death. At sunrise he'll vanish like a bad dream.
Rosemary Woodhouse: What's in this drink? Minnie Castevet: Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails. Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh? And what if we wanted a girl? Minnie Castevet: Do you? Rosemary Woodhouse: Well, it would be nice if the first one was a boy.
Mr. Blonde: Boy that was really exciting. I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan aren't ya. Yeah me too. I love that guy. My heart's beatin' so fast I'm about to have a heart attack.
