Sergeant Pepper: [at the inactive battlefield] Some of the boys are saying that if we ain't gonna fight we could just settle the whole business with a little high stakes poker. Wouldn't that be a sight... a bunch of fellas sitting in the middle of th...
Basie: What did you say your name was boy? Jamie: Jamie and I'm building a man-flying kite and writing a book called Contract Bridge. Basie: Jim a new name for a new life.
Teasle: Are you telling me that 200 of our men against your boy is a no-win situation for us? Trautman: You send that many, don't forget one thing. Teasle: What? Trautman: A good supply of body bags.
Rat: The boy is being held in an apple crate on top of a gun cabinet in the attic of Bean Annex. Mr. Fox: Would you have told me if I hadn't killed you first? Rat: Never.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: So he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the big dog, because the big dog is always right. Marshal Biggs: Woo-woo-woo-woof.
Dr Ray Stantz: Alright boys... Ready? Throw it! [Ghostbusters fire away at Slimer; chandelier falls to the floor] Dr Ray Stantz: I did that, I did that... That's my fault. Dr. Peter Venkman: It's OK; the table broke the fall.
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.
