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.
Hilario: Very young, and very proud. Chris: Well, the graveyards are full of boys who were very young, and very proud.
[referring to his epileptic cousin Teresa] Johnny Boy: I always wondered what happens when she comes. Does she have a fit?
Johnny Boy: [Charlie hits him] You two-faced, dirty fucking bastard! Don't you ever hit me again!
Sheriff McClelland: Boy, somebody had a cookout here. Vince, Posse gunman: Yeah, it sure looks like it, Tom.
The Unmarried Mother: You know how it is. People want to adopt a little golden-haired moron. And later on, the boys, they want big tits and pouty lips.
Frank: I'd like to kill that son-of-a-bitch. I hate him. Karl: You ought not talk that way. You just a boy.
Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.
