Big Joe: I thought I told you to bring me some good-looking kid, not this fat, sausage-chewing wino! Kelly: Well, if you were looking for a young boy, you should have sent somebody else, Joe.
Ursula: [singing] If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet / You've got to pay the toll / Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll! / Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys / The boss is on a roll / This poor unfortunate soul!
Joe: Then I saw it. I saw a mom who would die for her son. A man who would kill for his wife. A boy, angry and alone. Laid out in front of him, the bad path. I saw it. And the path was a circle. Round and round. So I changed it.
Joe: Then I saw it, I saw a mom who would die for her son, a man who would kill for his wife, a boy, angry & alone, laid out in front of him the bad path. I saw it & the path was a circle, round & round. So I changed it.
Yuri Orlov: When I was a boy, my family came to America... but not all the way. Like most Ukrainians, we congregated in Brighton Beach. It reminded us of the Black Sea. I soon realized we just swapped one hell for another.
Tom Reagan: You're a fickle boy, Mink. The Dane finds out you got another "amigo," well, I don't peg him as the understandin' type. Mink: Find out? We ain't event been talkin'! Jesus, Tom! Dammit! Jesus!
Rizzo the Rat: Rats don't understand these things. Gonzo: You were never a lonely child? Rizzo the Rat: I had twelve hundred and seventy four brothers and sisters. Gonzo: Boy! Rats don't understand these things!
[while being persued by the Ahceron] Capt. Jack Aubrey: What is it with this man? Did I kill a relative of his in battle, perhaps? His boy, God forbid? Dr. Stephen Maturin: He fights like you, Jack.
Roger Thornhill: Who are you? Valerian: Mere errand boys carrying concealed weapons. His is pointed at your heart, so, please, no errors of judgment, I beg of you. Roger Thornhill: What is this? A joke or something? Licht: Yes, a joke. We'll laugh in...
Sheba Hart: I hadn't been pursued like this for years... I knew it was wrong, and immoral, and completely ridiculous, but, I don't know. I just allowed it to happen. Barbara Covett: The boy is fifteen! Sheba Hart: But he's quite mature for his age!
[first lines] Ulysses Everett McGill: Say, any of you boys smithies? Or, if not smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wanderin'?
Man with Bullhorn: All right, boys! It's the authorities! We got you surrounded! Just come on out and grabbin' air! And don't try nothing fancy! Your sityeachin is purty nigh hopeless!
Bounty hunter #1: You're wanted, Wales. Josey Wales: Reckon I'm right popular. You a bounty hunter? Bounty hunter #1: A man's got to do something for a living these days. Josey Wales: Dyin' ain't much of a living, boy.
[after the final battle, Taylor picks up an AK-47 and encounters a wounded Barnes] Sgt. Barnes: Get me a medic. Go on, boy! [Taylor refuses to budge, and aims the AK-47 at Barnes] Sgt. Barnes: Do it. [Taylor shoots Barnes three times, killing him]
Jack Sparrow: One question about your business, boy, or there's no use going: This girl... how far are you willing to go to save her? Will Turner: I'd die for her. Jack Sparrow: Oh good. No worries then.
Police Chief: You know if the boy ever talked to a psychiatrist? Plato: You mean a head-shrinker? Crawford Family Maid: Oh, Mrs. Crawford don't believe in them, sir. Police Chief: Well, maybe she better start.
Coach Yoast: [after winning the state championship] I know football, and what you did with those boys. You were the right man for the job, Coach! Coach Boone: You're a Hall-of-Famer in my book! [both raise game ball in victory]
[as Luke leaves before completing his training] Yoda: Told you I did. Reckless is he. Now, matters are worse. Obi-Wan: That boy is our last hope. Yoda: No. There is another.
Major T. J. "King" Kong: Stay on the bomb run, boys! I'm gonna get them doors open if it harelips ever'body on Bear Creek!
Dwight: [while being rescued from the Tar Pits] Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
