Lee: Do all killers have a sense of honor? Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): The world has changed. Honor is now a dirty word.
Nala: What made you come back? Adult Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it.
Treebeard: [reacting to Pippin's plan] That doesn't make sense to me. But, then again, you are very small.
Minister Dormandy: No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it profound ugliness as it passes by.
Cole Sear: Instead of something I want, can it be something I don't want? Malcolm Crowe: Okay... Cole Sear: I don't wanna be scared anymore.
Lynn Sear: [when Cole comes to Lynn to ask to sleep in her bed] Look at my face; I'm not very mad.
Malcolm Crowe: [to Anna] I would like some wine in a glass, I would not like it in a mug, I would not like it in a jug.
Vincent Gray: Do you know why you're afraid when you're alone? I do. I do.
Cole Sear: She came a long way to visit me, didn't she? Malcolm Crowe: I guess she did.
Edward Ferrars: Your friendship has been the most important of my life. Elinor Dashwood: You will always have it.
Charlotte Palmer: She'll be wet through when she returns. Mr. Palmer: Thank you for pointing that out, my dear.
Marianne: Good morning, Fanny. Fanny: Good morning, Miss Marianne. Marianne: How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?
John Willoughby: Are you hurt? Marianne: Only my ankle. John Willoughby: May I have your permission to ascertain if there are any breaks?
Elinor Dashwood: Mama, [deep sigh] Elinor Dashwood: there is a painful difference between the expectation of an unpleasant event and its final certainty.
Thomas: I fetched those beef fillets for you ma'am. Mrs. Dashwood: It was far less expensive in Exeter. Anyway, it's for Marianne.
Edward Ferrars: Colonel Brandon must be a man of great worth and respectability. Elinor Dashwood: Yes, he is the kindest and best of men.
Mrs Jennings: [hoping to cheer up Marianne who is grieving her loss of Willoughby] Does she care for olives?
Mrs Jennings: [to Pigeon] Don't talk to me of coals. Mrs Jennings: [to the parrot] Ah, there you are Pooter. Still alive I see.
[a large box has arrived at Barton cottage] Margaret: It's for us! Mrs. Dashwood: What is it, Thomas? Thomas: I'm not sure, ma'am, but it's right heavy.
Mrs Jennings: I don't want to hear another word about the ham bone, Pigeon. You and Cartwright must sort that out between you.
Moses: There is a beauty beyond the senses, Nefretiri, beauty like the quiet of green valleys and still waters, beauty of the spirit that you cannot understand.
