Christine Everheart: [at the Firefighter's Family Fund Benefit] Well, Tony Stark! Tony Stark: [awkwardly] Oh, hey. Christine Everheart: Fancy seeing you here. Tony Stark: [tries to remember] Carrie. Christine Everheart: Christine. Tony Stark: That's ...
Christine: [to Cameron] Fuck you, Cameron! [to Ryan] Christine: And you, keep your filthy fuckin' hands off me! Ow! You fucking pig! Cameron: Christine, just stop taking. Officer Ryan: [to Christine] That's quite a mouth you have. [to Cameron] Office...
Obsessed with Christine to the end, his last statement as he left his cell was, 'to kill is the final possession'. But Muldowney was wrong. He had never possessed Christine; the resistance burning within her was too great.
Nicholas: [In the stopped elevator] I'll give you a boost. Christine: You first. Nicholas: This isn't an attempt to be gallant. If I don't lift you, how are you going to get there? Christine: You pull me up. Nicholas: It's much easier this way. Come ...
For a once renowned woman who loved telling tales of dodging bullets, wielding grenades and subverting dogs trained to kill, Christine's story is, surprisingly, little known today.
Christine Collins: He's not my son. Capt. J.J. Jones: Mrs. Collins... Christine Collins: No, I don't know why he's saying that he is, but he's not Walter and there's been a mistake. Capt. J.J. Jones: I thought we agreed to give him time to adjust. Ch...
Christine did not live, or love, as most people do. She lived boundlessly, as generous as she could be cruel, prepared to give her life at any moment for a worthy cause, but rarely sparing a thought for the many casualties that fell in her wake.
[Everhart shows Stark some photos] Christine Everheart: [disgusted at Stark's evident hypocrisy] Is this what you call accountability? [Stark looks at photos of Stark Industries weapons in Afghanistan] Tony Stark: When were these taken? Christine Eve...
Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?
I think Christine and Chad are on the opposite extremes of the spectrum. Christine is a model victim, and Chad is a model perpetrator, and Howard is closer to the middle.
Cameron: [after Christine's been molested] Who are you calling? Christine: I'm gonna report their asses, sons of bitches.
[first lines] Tom Cassidy: What's your name again? Christine 'Chrissie' Watkins: Chrissie. Tom Cassidy: Where are we going? Christine 'Chrissie' Watkins: Swimming
Christine: You got a shower in your office? Nicholas: Yeah. Christine: You an athlete or something? Nicholas: No, I'm an investment banker.
Leonard Vole: What are you looking for? Christine Vole: My accordion. Leonard Vole: [stepping on it] I think I've found it. Christine Vole: Step on it again. It's still breathing.
[first lines] Christine Collins: Walter, honey. Time to wake up. Walter Collins: Just ten more minutes... Christine Collins: Sorry, sport. You can sleep in tomorrow, that's what Saturdays are for.
Virginia 'Pepper' Potts: [after Stark's one night stand with Christine] I have your clothes here; they've been dry cleaned and pressed. And there's a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you'd like to go. Christine Everheart: You m...
And they were writing scripts where Christine had hit the glass ceiling. And I always thought Christine would never hit the glass ceiling. I thought her dreams would take her. Maybe her dreams wouldn't take her where she wanted, but she still had her...
Not liking Christine would be like not liking small fluffy animals. And Christine was just like a small fluffy animal. A rabbit, perhaps. It was certainly impossible for her to get a whole idea into her head in one go. She had to nibble it into manag...
Christine Brochant: Are you the one who was supposed to be dining with him tonight? François Pignon: Yes, how did you know? Did he talk about me? Christine Brochant: Yes, but even without that, I would have recognized you.
Jack: [crying] I can't lose Christine, Miles. I can't. I know I fucked up, I know I did a bad thing, and I'm a bad person! But you gotta help me, Miles! You gotta help me! If I lose Christine, I... I am nothing! I'm nothing!
Christine Vole: It isn't even my letter paper! I write my letters on small, blue paper with my initials on it? Sir Wilfrid: Like these? [pulling out a sheaf of letters on blue paper] Christine Vole: Damn you! Damn you! Let me go! Let me get out of he...
