Pinocchio: Father, whatcha crying for? Geppetto: Because... you're dead, Pinocchio. Pinocchio: No! No, I'm not. Geppetto: Yes. Yes, you are. Now, lie down... Pinocchio: But father, I'm alive. See? [Looks at himself] Pinocchio: And... and I'm... I'm r...
Capt. Richard N. Jenson: What are you doing there, soldier? Soldier getting up from floor: Trying to get some sleep, sir. Patton: Well, get back down there, son. You're the only son of a bitch in this headquarters who knows what he's trying to do.
Mr. Callahan: Nothing, why don't you read first? Patrick: Alright, Chapter 1: Surviving your fascist shop teacher who needs to put kids down to feel big. Oh wow! This is useful guys, we should read on!
Nathan Arizona Sr.: If a frog had wings, it wouldn't bump its ass a- hoppin'. Look, it is exactly 8:45 in the PM. I'll be down at that store in exactly 12 hours to kick me some butt. Or my name ain't Nathan Arizona!
Kaplan: I don't like it any more than you do, Reed, but listen. Sgt. Reed: You listen to me, you asshole! You're talking about shutting down a major metropolitan police force! Without cops, this city would tear itself apart!
Skinner: [to Linguini] Do you know what would happen if anyone knew we had a rat in our kitchen? They'd close us down. Our reputation is hanging as a thread as it is. Take it away from here. Far away. Kill it. Dispose of it. Go!
Milt Shaw: He's off the Chitlin Circuit. Down Beat just voted him best male jazz vocalist by a two to one margin. [short pause] Milt Shaw: Well, if you want to keep him in Philadelphia, you're gonna find him a bigger venue.
Shane: So you're Jack Wilson. Jack Wilson: What's that mean to you, Shane? Shane: I've heard about you. Jack Wilson: What have you heard, Shane? Shane: I've heard that you're a low-down Yankee liar. Jack Wilson: Prove it.
Ichabod Crane: The millennium is almost upon us. In a few months, we will be living in the nineteenth century. But our courts continue to rely on medieval devices of torture. High Constable: Stand down. Ichabod Crane: I stand up for sense and justice...
Ichabod Crane: We take the Indian Trail to the Tree of the Dead. Young Masbath: How will we recognize it? Ichabod Crane: Without difficulty, I rather fear. Then climb down to the Horseman's resting place. Young Masbath: His camp? Ichabod Crane: His g...
Fanny: Mrs. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne - my brother, Edward Ferrars. [Everyone bows or curtsies] Fanny, Mrs. Dashwood: [together] Do sit down. [There's an embarrassed pause as Mrs. Dashwood realises she is no longer the mistress of the h...
Hatfield: A gentleman doesn't smoke in the presence of a lady. Dr. Josiah Boone: Three weeks ago I took a bullet out of a man who was shot by a gentleman. The bullet was in his back! Hatfield: You mean to insinuate... Ringo Kid: Sit down, mister. Doc...
[a group of Stormtroopers are chasing Han Solo and Chewbacca down a corridor] Stormtrooper: Close the blast doors! [the doors shut just after Han and Chewie run through the doorway, locking the Stormtroopers out] Stormtrooper: Open the blast doors! O...
Rooster Cogburn: You go for a man hard enough and fast enough, he don't have time to think about how many's with him; he thinks about himself, and how he might get clear of that wrath that's about to set down on him
[LaBoeuf sits down for supper at the Monarch Boarding House] Monarch boarder: Watch out for the chicken and dumplings. They'll hurt your eyes. LaBoeuf: How's that? Monarch boarder: They'll hurt your eyes lookin' for the chicken. [he and other boarder...
[Holding the others at bay with a flamethrower, MacReady tosses a coil of rope amongst them] Clark: What have you got in mind, MacReady? MacReady: A little test. Windows, you and Palmer tie everybody down real tight. Childs: What for? MacReady: For y...
Wayne: School's gonna be closing in about fifteen minutes. Toby: Wayne, this is really hard. Do you think you could give me a hand? Wayne: Sure - what subject? Toby: [Toby stands, pushes down his surfer shorts] Sex education.
Danny: Where exactly have you two been? Marwood: Holiday in the countryside. Danny: That's a very good idea. London is a country coming down from its trip. We are 91 days from the end of this decade and there's gonna be a lot of refugees.
Swan: You recognize them? Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class. Swan: Numbers? Fox: Full strength: maybe 30? Vermin: Thirty. A lot more than eight. Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.
Dolores: Do you wanna tell me what she was doing with her arms around you? Eddie Valiant: Probably looking for a good place to stick a knife! Dolores: Come on, Eddie! I caught you with your pants down!
Mark Hanna: Nobody knows if a stock is going to go up, down, sideways or in circles. You know what a Fugazi is?" Jordan Belfort: Fugazi, it's a fake. Mark Hanna: Fugazi, Fugazi. It's a wazy. It's a woozie. It's fairy dust.
