Narrator: What do you want me to do? You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: Come on, do me this one favor. Narrator: Why? Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you? Narrator: No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durde...
Narrator: Hello? Tyler Durden: [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this? Narrator: Tyler? Tyler Durden: Who is this? Narrator: Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy? Tyler Durden: Oh yeah, right. [Snicker...
Bloat: Nemo, newcomer of orange and white, you have been called forth to the summit of Mt. Wannahockaloogie to join with us in the fraternal bonds of tankhood! Nemo: Huh? Peach: We want you in our club, kid. Nemo: Really? Bloat: If you are able to sw...
Willie: So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? Indiana Jones: I'm allowing you to tag along. So why don't you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? Willie: What do you mean "tag along"? Ever since you got into my club, you haven't been able to ta...
Mr. Incredible: No, you're that kid from the fan club. Brophy... Brody... Buddy! Buddy... Buddy: My name is IncrediBoy. Mr. Incredible: Look, I've been nice, I've stood for photos, signed every scrap of paper you pushed at me, but this... Buddy: Oh, ...
[At the club Silencio] Bondar: No hay banda! There is no band! Il n'est pas de orquestra! This is all... a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet we hear a band. If we want to hear a clarinette... listen. Bondar: [the sounds responding to his every ha...
[O'Reilly is teaching the villagers how to shoot] O'Reilly: Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hm? Just like when you're milking a goat, Miguel. Miguel: It's that I get excited! O'Reilly: Well don't get excited! Now this time squeeze. Slowly, but ...
Herbie Hawkins: Well, if I was gonna kill you, I wouldn't do a dumb thing like hitting you on the head. First of all, I don't like the fingerprint angle. Of course, I could always wear gloves. Press your hands against the pipe after you were dead and...
Eddie Valiant: Say, Roger. That letter you wrote to your wife at the Ink and Paint Club? Why don't you read it to her now? Roger Rabbit: Sure thing, Eddie. "Dear Jessica: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I, Marvin Acme, of sound mind and bo...
Dr. Dreyfuss: I don't know what you did to that girl in there - and don't tell me - but it was bound to happen, the way you carry on. Live now, pay later. Diner's Club! Why don't you grow up, Baxter? Be a mensch! You know what that means? C.C. Baxter...
John Bender: What's in there? Claire Standish: Guess? Where's your lunch? John Bender: You're wearing it. Claire Standish: You're nauseating. John Bender: [pointing to Claire's lunch] What's that? Claire Standish: Sushi. John Bender: Sushi? Claire St...
Bender: Claire, you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts? It's pretty tasty. Claire: No thank you. Bender: How does he ride a bike? Bender: Oh Claire, would you ever consider dating a guy who looked like this? Claire: Can't you ...
Mr. Clark, Andrew's Father: Hey, I screwed around. Guys screw around, there's nothin' wrong with that. [Andy nods head] Mr. Clark, Andrew's Father: Except you got caught, Sport. Andrew: Yeah, Mom already wringed me, alright? Mr. Clark, Andrew's Fathe...
Are you still running that bar?” Maureen’s voice dropped to a shocked whisper on the last word and Hope rolled her eyes, working the pick through Maureen’s thick hair. “The Cue Club? Yes, ma’am, I am.” Angel leaned forward with her best d...
The Dreaming is always; forever... it's always happening, and us mob, we're part of it, all the time, everywhere, and every-when too.
Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries unite!
Welcome to Hartford. The poorest city in the wealthiest state in the richest country on earth.
The family landed in the Western Hemisphere in the person of Roger Blake Wolfe, who arrived with a price on his head.
Our people think: I , Wangari, a Kenyan by birth - how can I be a vagrant in my own country as if I were a foreigner.
My country, right or wrong,” is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, “My mother, drunk or sober.
But you see, a rich country like America can perhaps afford to be stupid.
