Michael Parkinson: How do you react when someone says, "Boss, you're doing it wrong?" Brian Clough: Well, I ask him how *he* thinks it ought to be done. And then we get down to it, and we talk about it for twenty minutes, and then we decide that I wa...
Dr. Schiller: Yes, I was saying that we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality with possible paranoid schizo... John McClane: Hey, hey! How 'bout we just skip down to the part where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me, huh?
State trooper: I never gave a ticket to a nun before. I gave a ticket to a guy from the IRS one time. Got audited the next year. I'll tell you what, this time I'll let this one slide, but keep your speed down, yeah?
[William "D-FENS" Foster picks up the flat hamburger he just ordered, comparing it to the picture behind the counter] Bill Foster: It's plump, juicy, three inches thick. Look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing. Can anybody tell me what's wrong ...
Nick: You know what was in this? Zyklon-B! You remember? What the Nazis had? Listen! [Shakes the can, a slight rattle is barely audible] Nick: Empty! This was used, man! This was actually used. I wonder how many kikes this little can took out! Huh! T...
[Calling her mother's office] Jeannie: Well, where is she? This is her daughter. [pause] Jeannie: Do know where she is? [pause] Jeannie: Well, do you know when she'll be back? [pause] Jeannie: Do you know anything? [slams down receiver]
Roman: First a tank, then a plane... Now we got a spaceship? Tej: That's not a spaceship, that's a drone! Roman: Oh it's a drone? Now you gonna break it down and be articulate... like you already know what the hell is going on? Tej: Shut your ass up ...
Hilts: How many you taking out? Bartlett: Two hundred and fifty. Hilts: Two hundred and fifty? Bartlett: Yeh. Hilts: You're crazy. You oughta be locked up. You, too. Two hundred and fifty guys just walkin' down the road, just like that?
Peter Quill: A lot of people has been trying to kill me over the years. I'm not going to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon. Rocket Raccoon: Hold up! What's a raccoon? Peter Quill: What's a raccoon? You stupid. Rocket Raccoon: Ain't no t...
Nicholas: And you really believe that just because you publish children's books, people are going to care about my reputation? You can have pictures of me wearing nipple rings, butt-fucking Captain Kangaroo. The only thing they care about is the stoc...
Minerva McGonagall: Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics. Seamus Finnigan: I can bring it down! Minerva McGonagall: That's the spirit, now away you go.
Big Joe: If I hear any more threats against Captain Maitland's life, if I hear any more wild talk about going down to headquarters and killing the General, or raping the nurses at the field hospital, I'm going to strangle the guy with my bare hands! ...
Jack Driscoll: There's one thing we haven't thought of... Police Lieutenant: What? Jack Driscoll: Airplanes. If he should put Ann down, and they can fly close enough to pick him off without hitting her... Police Lieutenant: You're right! Planes! Call...
Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): I think you and I could be friends. Lee: If I put my gun down, right? That's your condition? Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): Can you do it? (No response) At least we can be temporary friends. We have a common ene...
Tigress: [seeing Po bounce down the palace steps] If he's smart, he won't come back up those steps. Monkey: But, he will. Viper: He's not gonna quit, is he? Mantis: He's not gonna quit bouncing, I'll tell you that.
Didymus: Ambrocious, unlock this door! [a spear point taps him on the shoulder, and someone clears his throat. Didymus turns around, and sees a squad of mounted goblins pointing their spears at his chest] Didymus: So, had enough, eh? All right then, ...
Laura Bishop: Walt, where the hell are you? Walt Bishop: Right here. Why are you cursing at me? Laura Bishop: Does it concern you that your daughter's just run away from home? Walt Bishop: That's a loaded question. Laura Bishop: Come down and read th...
Danny Witwer: Looks like we won't be working together after all, John. Now put the gun down. I don't hear a red ball. [Sirens begin going off, the same sirens that usually indicate a red ball- Witwer's smile drops]
[Sheba is going to see her son perform in his school play, but Barbara demands that she must instead go with her to the vet to see her cat put down] Richard Hart: My condolences! Poor, poor, pussy! Now can I have my wife back, please?
Sue Barlow: So is it marriage that scares you two, or putting down roots? Boss Spearman: No. Who'd have him? All rangy and mangy like a rough old dog. Charley Waite: How about I hold your head under water for just a little while?
Frank: You paid five thousand dollars for something that belongs to me! [puts down a bunch of dollar bills] Frank: Five thousand... [pulls out a silver dollar] Frank: Plus one! [puts the dollar on the table] Frank: You got a right to make a profit to...
