You know, I've done this show for six years, and this could be the first time that I had a person that actually got no points, and I think it's a damn fine way to go out. I thought I was a loser until you walked up here; you made me feel like a man.
James Bond: [after Bond has just lost his 10 million in the game, to the bartender] Vodka-martini. Bartender: Shaken or stirred? James Bond: Do I look like I give a damn?
Vesper Lynd: This is me in character pissed off because you're losing so damn hard we won't be here past midnight. Oddly enough, my character's feelings mirror my own.
Clark: [realizes his bonus is a jelly-club membership] If this isn't the biggest bag-over-the-head, punch-in-the-face I ever got, GOD DAMN IT! [kicks widly at the presents under the tree]
Van Helsing: You'll die in torment if you die with innocent blood on your soul. Renfield: God will not damn a poor lunatic's soul. He knows that the powers of evil are too great for those with weak minds.
Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do? Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Maj. Duncan Heyward: I thought all our colonial scouts were in the militia. The militia is fighting the French in the north. Hawkeye: I ain't your scout. And we sure ain't no damn militia.
Henry: Well I'll be damned. I never knew you had to be anything but a corpse to get into Boot Hill. How long's this been going? Chamlee: Since the town got civilized.
Ulysses Everett McGill: I'll tell you what I am - I'm the damn paterfamilias! You can't marry him!
Jigo: These days, there are angry ghosts all around us - dead from wars, sickness, starvation - and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? So what? So's the whole damn world.
Pancho Barnes: Why Yeager, you old bastard. Don't just stand there like some lonesome god-damn mouse-shit sheepherder. Get your ass over here and have a drink.
McCoy: Damn it Jim, what the hell is the matter with you? Other people have birthdays, why are we treating yours like a funeral?
Joe Turner: This is no damned book! Somebody or something is rotten in the Company! Higgins: You never complained 'til yesterday. Joe Turner: You didn't start killing my friends until yesterday!
That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down....
Soldier in Trench: [Captain Willard steps on a sleeping soldier in the dark] Goddamn it. You stepped in my face. Lance: We thought you were dead. Soldier in Trench: Well, you thought wrong, damn it.
Ping: [in Cantonese, to Edward who was hiding in the dressing room] Who are you? Young Ed Bloom: [In Cantonese] Please, I'm not going to hurt you. Jing: [In Cantonese] Damn right you're not! GUARD!
Geisler: I've got a writer here - Fink - all screwy! Says I'm producing that Wallace Beery wrestling picture; what am I, the god-damn janitor around here?
Ricky: [scratching lotto ticket] damn, nothin. Tre Styles: what? Ricky: Nothin, I said I didn't win nothin. Tre Styles: You gotta be mexican to win that shit.
Everything she does comes from within, from some dark impulse. I guess that’s what makes her so thrilling to watch. So dangerous. Even perfect at times. But also so damned destructive.
That’s exactly what I’m telling you. And right now, I’m feeling in need of the firefighter part of him because he just freaking lit my body on fire with his damn orgasmic drumming.
That relationship where you can feel great waking up next to the same face and brave through the same morning breath 'cause you love him so damn much. Yup...I want that shit!
