Keith Frazier: Who ever heard of a bank robbers escaping on a plane with fifty hostages? You've seen Dog Day Afternoon! You're stalling! Why? I don't know.
Sam: Those sons of bitches, they got him right through the neck. Suzy: Was he a good dog? Sam: Who's to say? But he didn't deserve to die.
Humungus: I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war.
Rusty Griswold: Mom, my sandwich is all wet. Ellen Griswold: They're all wet... Oh God!... The dog wet on the picnic basket.
Lasky: Has your father ever killed anyone? Rusty: Just a dog. Oh and my Aunt Edna. Clark: Hey you can't prove that Russ.
Jack Sparrow: Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur, [dog slinks away] Jack Sparrow: no no no no no no no I didn't mean, I didn...
Mr. Pink: For all I know, you're the rat. Mr. White: For all I know you're the fucking rat! Mr. Pink: All right, now you're using your fucking head!
[Nice Guy Eddie asks if anyone knows what happened to Mr. Blue] Mr. Blonde: Either he's alive or he's dead, or the cops got him... or they don't.
Mr. Pink: [Mr. Pink throws his tip on the table] All right, but normally I would never do this. Joe: Never mind what you *normally* would do.
Mr. Pink: Look man, I know what I'm talking about, and black women ain't the same as white women. Mr. White: There's a slight difference.
[rubbing his thumb and forefinger together] Mr. Pink: Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses.
Marv: [while exacting revenge on Kevin] He never screams. Even after the dog has its fill and his guts are hanging out, he never screams.
Riddaway: I didn't reckon on nobody getting killed, Norman. Norman Scutt: Yeah, well, that's too bad. We're all in it now. Accessories, we are. Charlie Venner: That's the law.
Mickey: Good dags. D'ya like dags? Tommy: Dags? Mickey: What? Mrs. O'Neil: Yeah, dags. Tommy: Oh, dogs. Sure, I like dags. I like caravans more.
Squints: [In the tree house, telling the story of the mutant dog who lives next door] ... after a while the cops started getting calls from people reporting all the missing thieves...
[when Holmes has sedated Gladstone yet again] Dr. John Watson: How many times are you going to kill my dog?
[Buster the dog is barking and trying to leave Andy's room] Slinky: Ah, this fella says he needs to go out back for a little private time?
Sarah Connor: [awakens] I was dreaming about dogs. Kyle Reese: We used them to spot Terminators. Sarah Connor: Your world... it's pretty terrifying.
[the Hitchhiker steals Bree's car] Toby: Oh shit! Bree Osbourne: My purse. My hormones! You dirty motherfucking hippie! Toby: My dog book was in that car.
Wicked Witch of the West: Just try and stay out of my way. Just try! I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!
I was working like a dog as a housekeeper, barista, nanny, cook, so I could save enough money to really sit with my instruments. Whenever I had 20 minutes, I would practice a new chord or write a new verse.
