John Keating: Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you, you mole!
Dr. Hagar: That wouldn't be a radio in your lap would it Mr. Pitts? Pitts: No sir, science experiment... radar!
[first lines] Richard: [narrating] God will forgive them. He'll forgive them and allow them into Heaven. I can't live with that.
Herbie: Can I help you, mate? Richard: [shrugs] Sorry? Herbie: [says aggressively] What the fuck are you looking at? Richard: [shouts] You, ya cunt!
Matthew Poncelet: It's quiet. Only three days left. Plenty of time to read my Bible and look for a loophole.
Scotty: [everyone is looking into the cellar after it flies open] An animal? An animal? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Major König: He isn't dead, and do you know why? Because I haven't killed him yet.
Nikita Khrushchev: Write it then - "Vasilli Zaitsev is *not* dead. This is what he had for breakfast this morning, here's a picture of him reading today's newspaper." You're the poet.
Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Henry Frankenstein: The brain you stole, Fritz. Think of it. The brain of a dead man waiting to live again in a body I made with my own hands!
Pauline Parker: [narration] The next time I write in this diary, Mother will be dead. How odd... yet how pleasing.
Katniss Everdeen: You were dead. Your heart stopped. Peeta Mellark: It's okay. It's working now.
Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Is, is that Mrs. Frank Cummings? Doesn't she look ghastly, I thought she was dead. I must get a closer look.
Earl McGraw: Son number one? Edgar McGraw: Yeah? Earl McGraw: This tall drink of cocksucker ain't dead.
Joe (Cantonese)/Jeffrey (English): Would you rather see me dead or set free? Lee: Neither, if fate spares us.
[the Fellowship members are startled, upon seeing Moria is full of dead Dwarves] Boromir: This is no mine. It's a tomb.
Aragorn: [after Frodo is stabbed by a cave Troll] You should be dead. That spear would have skewered a wild boar.
Anatoly Orlov: Is this how you want to be remembered? Yuri Orlov: [chuckles] I don't want to be remembered at all. If I'm being remembered, it means I'm dead.
Lisa: I'll call you from Detroit, baby. Pita: You're going to miss Mexican Halloween. The day of the dead. Samuel: You enjoy it for us, Pita.
Carol Lipton: Larry, I think she's dead! Larry Lipton: Try giving her the present.
Ben: Now get the hell down in the cellar. You can be the boss down there, but I'm boss up here!
