Sir Francis Walsingham: There is so little beauty in this world, and so much suffering. Do you suppose that is what God had in mind? That is to say if there is a god at all. Perhaps there is nothing in this universe but ourselves. And our thoughts.
Joel: I had a really nice time last night. Clementine: Nice? Joel: I had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life, last night! Clementine: Thaaaat's better!
Joel: Is there any risk of brain damage? Howard: Well, technically speaking, the operation is brain damage, but it's on a par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing you'll miss.
Joel: I don't see anything I don't like about you. Clementine: But you will! But you will, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped, because that's what happens with me. Joel: Okay.
[Clementine is trying to comfort baby Joel by showing him her crotch] Clementine: My crotch is still here, just as you remembered it. Joel: Yuck!
Colin: Afraid this tea's pathetic. Must have used these wretched leaves about twenty times. It's not that I mind so much. Tea without milk is so uncivilized.
Aibileen Clark: 18 people were killed in Jackson that night. 10 white and 8 black. I don't think God has color in mind when he sets a tornado loose.
Dr. Dan 'Danny' Kauffman: The mind is a strange and wonderful thing. I'm not sure it will ever be able to figure itself out. Everything else maybe, from the atom to the universe. Everything except itself.
Jean Valjean: [Valjean is being taken away] This is right, my dear. I stole something, I did. I stole happiness with you. I don't mind paying.
Old Waiter: [Hearing one side of a phone conversation] Hey Max, who's your favorite uncle? Okay, your second favorite uncle? Okay never mind, just listen...
[Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun] Chris: We'll get there. Vin: It's not getting up there that bothers me. It's staying up there that I mind.
Altamirano: Tell them they must leave the missions. They must submit to the will of God. Gabriel: They say it was the will of God that they came out of the jungle and built the mission. They don't understand why God has changed his mind.
Glen: Say, that 'minds me. What are going to name him? H.I.: Uh... Ed. Ed, Jr. Glen: But I thought you said it was a boy? H.I.: As in "Edward." We just like that name!
Feathers: In case you make up your mind, I left my door open. Get a good night's sleep. John T. Chance: You're not helping me any.
Pat Wheeler: I told him you were one of the best. Colorado Ryan: Well, I'll tell you what I'm a lot better at, Mr. Wheeler... that's minding my own business.
Remy: [the others have him sniffing their food for poison] Clean... clean... cleanerific... cleanerino... close to godliness... [rat looks confused] Remy: Which means clean. You know, cleanliness is close to... Never mind. Move on.
Lt. Doyle: Jeff, you've got a lot to learn about homicide. Why, morons have committed murders so shrewdly that it's taken a hundred trained police minds to catch them.
Doyle: If y'all don't shut up, I'm gonna go out of my mind. Besides, Karl here is liable to bust his spring. He's already off balance.
Miss Tanner: I had no idea you were so strong willed. I can see that once you make up your mind about something, nothing will change it for you. My compliments.
Luke Skywalker: I don't understand how we got by those troops. I thought we were dead. Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded.
[Chen Lee wins the game] Rooster Cogburn: You can never tell what's in a Chinaman's mind, that's the way he bests you at cards. [the front door bell rings] Chen Lee: I go.
