Irene: How many launches are there each day, Vincent? A dozen? Vincent: Sometimes more. Irene: You're the only one that watches all of them. If you're going to pretend like you don't care, don't look up.
Tequila: [Tequila's pants leg is on fire and a baby he's holding urinates down Tequila's leg, causing the fire to go out] You saved the day there, you little pisspot. Thanks a lot.
Voldemort: Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.
Jeffrey Pelt: I'll give you three days to prove your theory correct. After that... we'll have to hunt down Ramius and destroy him. Will you do it?
Professor Henry Jones: You say this has been just another typical day for you huh? Indiana Jones: NO. It's been better than most.
Little Mary: Is this the ear you can't hear on? [whispering in his bad ear] Little Mary: George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die.
[last lines] Brody: What day is this? Hooper: It's Wednesday... eh, it's Tuesday, I think. Brody: Think the tide's with us? Hooper: Keep kicking. Brody: I used to hate the water... Hooper: I can't imagine why.
[to the Prime Minister, after a fruitless day of failed negotiations between Britain and America] The President: I'll give you anything you ask for - as long as it's not something I don't want to give.
Pippin: How far is Minas Tirith? Gandalf: Three days' ride, as the Nazgul flies, and you'd better hope we don't have one of those on our tail.
[first lines] Prince Eric: Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea! Grimsby: [leaning over rail] Oh, yes urp delightful.
Older Joe: I don't want to talk about time travel because if we start talking about it then we're going to be here all day talking about it, making diagrams with straws.
Yuri Orlov: I am not a fool. I know that just because they needed me that day didn't mean they wouldn't make me a scapegoat the next.
Eliza Doolittle: *Here* are your slippers! *There*... [throws a slipper at Higgins] Eliza Doolittle: And *there*! [throws the other one] Eliza Doolittle: *Take* your slippers, and may you NEVER have a day's luck with them!
Christian: How could I know... in those last fatal days... that a force darker than jealousy... and stronger than love; had began to take hold of Satine... Zidler: Where is she?
Vin: Twenty dollars? You must be living in style. Lee: Yes... I have the most stylish corner of the filthy storeroom out back. That and one plate of beans. Ten dollars a day.
Gerry Conlon: When can I go back to Belfast? Detective: Next time you'll see Belfast, they'll be flying day trips to the moon. Gerry Conlon: I always wanted to be an astronaut.
Detective Fronteiri: You filmed him dying. Lou Bloom: That's my job, that's what I do, I'd like to think if you're seeing me you're having the worst day of your life.
Danny: You remember the day I went out for cigarettes and didn't come back? You must have noticed. [goes to sit down] Tess: I don't smoke. Don't sit!
Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right? Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less. Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days. Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
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.
Tracy Lord: [on her wedding day] Do you like my dress, Dinah? Dinah Lord: Oh, yes. Ever so much. Tracy Lord: Feels awfully heavy.
