Mrs. Fox: If we're still alive in the morning I want you to find another line of work. Mr. Fox: Okay. Title Card: Two years later - 12 fox-years.
John Smith: What a piece of work is man. And there is no good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Human beings are perhaps never more dangerous than when they are convinced beyond a doubt that they are right. Patience. Penance.
Tevye: [to God] Anyway, Motel and Tzeitel have been married for some time now. They work very hard, and they're as poor as squirrels in winter. But, they're so happy, they don't know how miserable they are.
Melvin Udall: As long as you keep your work zipped up around me, I don't give a rat-crap what or where you shove your show. Are we done being neighbors for now?
Sgt. Mulcahy: [berating Private Trip] You half-wit black bastard! Did they truly cut your balls off at birth? I'm gonna work on you, you bastard, until I get you broken.
Vincent: It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.
Kathy: I miss my dad. He worked really hard for that house... It took him... thirty years to pay it off. And it took me eight months to fuck it up!
[Radagast endeavors to cure an ailing hedgehog] Radagast: I don't understand why it's not working! It's not as if it's witchcraft! [pause] Radagast: Witchcraft... Oh, but it IS. A dark and terrible magic...
Agent Phil Coulson: I'm Agent Phil Coulson with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Virginia 'Pepper' Potts: That's quite a mouthful. Agent Phil Coulson: I know. We're working on it.
Bellhop: And you, you don't work? Maria: I'm a doctor. I'm not practicing right now. Just taking care of the kids. Bellhop: I see, you got promoted.
Quint: You have city hands, Mr. Hooper. You been countin' money all your life. Hooper: All right, all right. Hey, I don't need this... I don't need this working-class-hero crap.
Batman: [to Lucy] If this relationship is going to work out between us I need to feel free to party with a bunch of strangers whenever I feel like it. I will text you.
The Rabbi: You must be Mr. Fisher. Slevin: Must I be? Because that hasn't been working out for me lately. The Rabbi: But I'm afraid you must. Slevin: Well if I must.
Lindsey: I was just thinking that if you're still alive when I get back from work tonight... maybe, I don't know, we could go out to dinner or something?
Ivan: Oh, no. You look like you seen a ghost. Trevor Reznik: Funny you should say that. The guys at work don't think you exist. Ivan: That's why I can't get a raise.
Art: What you're saying, it offends common sense. John Oldman: So does Relativity, Quantum Mechanics, that's the way nature works.
Election Council President: [after a mounted politician working for Langhorne has ridden a horse into the convention and performed rope tricks for the audience] This is a convention, *not* a rodeo, Langhorne!
Kate Grant: [upon learning Woody has "won" a million dollars] I never knew the son of a bitch even wanted to be a millionaire! He should have thought about that years ago and worked for it!
[Charley has explained his strategy for the upcoming fight] Boss Spearman: Sounds like you got it all worked out. Charley Waite: Yeah, except the part where we don't get killed.
Halina: Have you seen this? Wladyslaw Szpilman: [impatient] What? What? I'm working. What? What is this? Halina: It's where they're going to put us. Wladyslaw Szpilman: What do you mean "put us"?
Governor Swann: Do pass my compliments on to your master. Will Turner: I shall. [pauses] Will Turner: A craftsman is always proud to hear his work is appreciated.
