Fletcher: Damn you, Senator. You promised me those men would be decently treated. Senator Lane: They were decently treated. They were decently fed and then they were decently shot. Those men are common outlaws, nothing more.
Holdaway: So if this fruit's a Brewer's fan, his ass gotta be from Wisconsin. Freddy Newandyke: Bing! Holdaway: And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned if I know that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr. White motherfucker...
Royal: So, what do you think of this big old black buck moving in up there? Richie: Who? Royal: Henry Sherman. You know him? Richie: Yeah. Royal: Is he worth a damn? Richie: I believe so.
Marv: I had to fight some cops. Lucille: Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you? Marv: Nah, I don't think so, but they know they've been in a fight, that's for damn sure.
Brock Lovett: 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna see in time to turn. The ship's too big with too small a rudder. It doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.
Baby Herman: For crying out loud, Roger, I don't know how many times we have to do this damn scene! Raoul, I'll be in my trailer, taking a nap! [Walks between a woman's legs] Baby Herman: 'Scuse me, toots.
Storm: You could fly right over the torch. Wolverine: Then let me go. If I don't make it, then at least you can still blast the damn thing! Cyclops: All right, do it. Jean use your power, try to steady him. Storm: Hang on to something.
Lieutenant Gonville Bromhead: Damn the levies man... Cowardly blacks! Adendorff: What the hell do you mean "cowardly blacks?" They died on your side, didn't they? And who the hell do you think is coming to wipe out your little command? The Grenadier ...
I made more money yesterday than I ever thought I'd make in an entire lifetime. But it's like somebody's going to take it all away from me and I'll be back in Texas, installing them damned irrigation wells. I didn't like that when I was sixteen. And ...
My mom grew up with horses, and when I turned 14, 15, she's like, 'Do you want to take a riding lesson?' I thought, 'Oh, gross, dirty.' She was like, 'Okay.' And then I did, and now I'm the one cleaning those damn stalls out. You can't get me away fr...
Ben Wade: [Surveying the wreckage of the war wagon] Well, would you look at all this? You all spared no expense this time, Byron. I gotta say, though, it's probably cheaper just to let me rob the damn thing.
[to his skeleton minions, who are digging up corpses in a graveyard] Evil Ash: Dig, damn you! Dig faster! I shall command every worm-infested son-of-a-bitch that ever died in battle! Skeleton: Thank you, sir!
Greg Marmalard: Come outta there, you bastards! Eric 'Otter' Stratton: [in falsetto] Who is it? Greg Marmalard: You know damn well who it is. Eric 'Otter' Stratton: I'm sorry. You'll have to come back later. I'm doing the dishes.
Bonnie Parker: [after a shootout with the cops] *Damn it*, you almost got us killed! Blanche Barrow: What did I do wrong? I thought you'd be happy if I got shot! Bonnie Parker: Yeah! Yeah, it would of saved us all a lot of trouble!
Tre Styles: Man, what the fuck is wrong with you? Ricky: What? Tre Styles: You're slamming my door like some kind of Gorilla on a football field! Ricky: Damn, Nigger! What's wrong with you? Tre Styles: Nothing.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Listen up, Eastwood! I aim to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it'd be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.
The Dude: God damn you Walter! You fuckin' asshole! Everything's a fuckin' travesty with you, man! And what was all that shit about Vietnam? What the FUCK, has anything got to do with Vietnam? What the fuck are you talking about?
A year ago, you fell into my arms and I felt some crazy connection to you. I'm sure as hell not good enough for you, and I'm sure as hell not making any promises, but I'm damn sure you were worth waiting for.
And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out. "You'll pay for this!" he yelled at the door. "Do be quiet," came the muffled reply. "I'm eati...
I'm making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I'm screwing women I have no business screwing. I'm pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of heartache and I'm sinking fast.
The two sat quiet for a moment; Gabe unsure what to say to comfort his friend and Uri stewing in his own frustration. “Damn it! It was a stupid plan!” Uri swung an arm around behind himself and his bag being the nearest object in reach, swung it ...
