Wikus Van De Merwe: [while the 'anti-abortion team' burns down the shack with the alien eggs in it] You hear that? That's a popping sound that you're hearing. It's almost like a popcorn.
Lt. Werner: What's going on? Why are we diving? 2nd Lieutenant: Hydrophone check. At sea, even in a storm you can hear more down here than you can see up there.
Major John Reisman: And where is Donald Duck? Samson Posey: Donald Duck's down at the crossroads with a machine gun. Major John Reisman: He'd better not be asleep or we all be in trouble, huh!
Alabama trooper #1: [watching Daisy and Hoke leave after checking them out] An old nigger and an old Jew woman takin' off down the road together... that is one sorry sight!
Hans Gruber: When they touch down, we'll blow the roof, they'll spend a month sifting through rubble, and by the time they figure out what went wrong, we'll be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent.
[Talking about life] The Devil: It's like Vegas. You're up, you're down, but in the end the house always wins. Doesn't mean you didn't have fun.
[Batman slams The Joker's head on a table] The Joker: Never start with the head, the victim gets all fuzzy. He can't feel the next... [Batman slams a fist down on Joker's hand] The Joker: See?
Jack: [to Zack, who is drawing on the cell wall] Hey, cut it out! [Zack disobeys] Jack: *Stop it*! Man, doncha know it makes time go slower? Cut it out! [they start fighting] Jack: Fuck you...
Colin Sullivan: [after Dignam has refused to turn over undercover files] I need those passwords. Ellerby: [smooths down Sullivan's shirt and coat] No, you *want* those passwords.
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Yes, children, this is the cool-out corner. We're slowing it down for all the lovers in the house. I'll be giving you all the help you need. Musically, that is.
Esmerelda: He has been sent first to tempt you. But it's not too late. You must push him from you, expel him! Trample down the perversion of nature!
Captain Yardley: I never liked you. You know why? You don't curse. I don't trust a man who doesn't curse. Not a "fuck" or a "shit" in all these years. Real men curse.
Sergeant Prendergast: Let's meet a couple of police officers. They are all good guys. Bill Foster: I'm the bad guy? Sergeant Prendergast: Yeah. Bill Foster: How did that happen?
Bill Foster: [after a violent encounter with two LA gang toughs - Foster, livid, uncorks!] I'm goin' home! Clear a path you motherfucker!... Clear a path! I'm goin' home!
Sergeant Prendergast: What did this guy look like? Angie: I don't know, he looked like you except he was taller and he had hair. Det. Jones: [sarcastically] Good description, Angie.
Sheriff Rawlins: Okay boys, gather around here and listen up. We're shuttin' it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That's funny. "Wyatt Earp."
Galloway: Lieutenant, this letter makes it look like your client had a motive to kill Santiago. Kaffee: Gotcha, and Santiago is, who? Galloway: The victim. Kaffee: Write that down.
Kristoff: [to Anna, who put her feet on his sled] Whoa, whoa, whoa, put your feet down. This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn? [Spits on sled to clean it]
Billy Batts: Give us a drink. And give some to those Irish hoodlums down there. Jimmy Conway: There's only one Irishman in here. Billy Batts: On the house. Salud. Jimmy Conway: Top of the mornin'.
Tuddy Cicero: [as Paulie is being arrested] Why don't you boys go down to Wall Street and find some real crooks? Whoever sold you those suits had a wonderful sense of humor.
Rocket Raccoon: I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt! [zaps Quill, who falls down yelling] Rocket Raccoon: Yeah, writhe, little man.
