Rayon: I'm Rayon. Ron Woodroof: Congratulations... fuck off and go back to your bed.
John: [to Amanda] Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore.
In life, redemption was walking up the down escalator: stop to congratulate yourself, and back you slid.
If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.
I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.
Miss Bingley's congratulations to her brother, on his approaching marriage, were all that was affectionate and insincere.
I'm not supposed to talk about the snail. The snail is, well, congratulations to whoever noticed it. It's supposed to be a thing where you gotta look for it in every episode, and it's there three times in every episode.
I've been in things that have impressed people and they've come up to congratulate you but in a kind of, you-must-think-you're-really-special way.
Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!
Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.
There is a peculiar gratification in receiving congratulations from one's squadron for a victory in the air. It is worth more to a pilot than the applause of the whole outside world.
No, as it turns out, I really like being congratulated on my weight loss. I like it so much, it's tragic.
I'm tired of being congratulated for being thin because I can more easily fit into sample sizes from the runway.
Rick: I congratulate you. Victor Laszlo: What for? Rick: Your work. Victor Laszlo: I try. Rick: We *all* "try"; *You* succeed!
Oliver Queenan: Congratulations on passing the detectives' exam, and welcome to the Special Investigation Unit. Dignam: Whoop-de-fuckin'-do.
Woody Grant: I won a million dollars. ER Doctor: Congratulations, that'll just about pay for a day in the hospital.
Terry: All right, you proved your point. You broke into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man.
I congratulate you, my brave countrymen and fellow soldiers, on the spirit and success with which you have executed this important part of our enterprise.
Carolyn Burnham: Are you trying to look unattractive? Jane Burnham: Yes. Carolyn Burnham: Well, congratulations. You've succeeded admirably.
I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.
When you stop making excuses, you start making progress!
