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.
Herbie Hawkins: He ran plunk right into the propeller of an airplane. Joseph Newton: Ooh boy! Herbie Hawkins: Cut him all to pieces. Had to identify him by his clothes. His shirts were all initialed.
Joe Starrett: Looks like your friends are a little late. What are the Ryker boys up to this time? [points a rifle at Shane] Shane: Ryker? Joe Starrett: That's what I said. Shane: I wouldn't know a Ryker from your Jersey cow.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I look to be bored by many more sermons before you slip. Just don't move. Shepherd Book: Can't order me around, boy. I'm not one of your crew. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Yes, you are.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least,...
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: You see if you ask me we're heterosexual by default, not by decision. It's just a question of who you fancy. It's all about aesthetics and it's fuck all to do with morality. But you try telling Begbie that.
Irish Little Boy: What are we doing, mommy? Irish Mommy: We're just waiting, dear. When they're finished putting first class people in the boat, they'll be starting with us. And we ought to be ready, oughtn't we? [Irish Girl nods]
Sutler: [actor on Deitrich's show] Ah! Warm milk, there's nothing better. Gordon Deitrich: I understand you enjoy a glass every night, chancellor. Sutler: [the real chancellor watches, holding a glass of milk] Since I was a boy.
Withnail: [looking at a newspaper] Oh, look at this little bastard. "Boy lands plum role for top Italian director" Course he does! Probably on a tenner a day, and I know what for! 2 pound 10 a tit and a fiver for his arse!
Brendan Conlon: I know this isn't a great time. And it's too bad about Marco. But what about me? Frank Campana: You talking about Sparta? Brendan, please. You got a better chance of starting a boy band.
Roger Rabbit: Boy, what is this, some kind of secret room? Dolores: It's a rotgut room, holdover from Prohibition. Roger Rabbit: Oh, I get it, a speakeasy, a gin mill, a hooch parlor.
Lieutenant John Chard: You didn't say a thing to help, Bromhead. Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Well, when you take command, old boy, you're on your own. One of the first things that the general - my grandfather - ever taught me.
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