Rebecca: [about the rap song playing in the 50s diner] So, who could forget this great hit from the fifties, huh? Enid: I feel as though I've stepped into a time warp.
Tequila: [to Alan] I hate in-house funerals. I write all the music each time. A cop dies, and I have to play a tune for him. I really don't want to do that for you.
Coach Norman Dale: If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners.
Lex: [after being sneezed on by a Brachiosaur] Yuck! Tim: Oh, great. Now she'll never try anything anymore. She'll just sit in her room, and never come out, and play on her computer.
Sophie Kowalski: Tell me that you love me first because I'm afraid that if I tell you first you'll think that I'm playing the game.
Dumbrowski: Whoever he is, he's either in very deep shit or I don't know what, because he's playing in the sandbox with the Darkies, the Skullcaps and who knows who.
Iris: Boris? Miss Henderson speaking. Look, someone upstairs is playing musical chairs with an elephant. Move one of them out, will you? I want to get some sleep.
[playing "Cops and Robbers"] Shorty: Yeah, Red! Malcolm X: Come on, you missed me! Shorty: Try this on for size! [makes Tommy-gun noises] Malcolm X: I ducked. Shorty: [laughing] You ducked?
Roy Hobbs: Red, it took me sixteen years to get here. You play me, and I'll give ya the best I got. Red Blow: I believe ya.
Gale: Here you are sitting on your butt playing house with a... Don't get me wrong, H.I., a fine woman but one who seems like she needs one of those button-down types.
Jack Favell: You know, old boy, I have a strong feeling... that before the day is out, somebody's going to make use of that... rather expressive, though somewhat old-fashioned term ''foul play.''
John T. Chance: Stumpy! Stumpy: What? [Stops playing harmonica] John T. Chance: They don't need any help with that tune. Stumpy: What's the matter? Is it getting through to you? Yiuk, yiuk! [cackles]
Max Fischer: Maybe I'm spending too much of my time starting up clubs and putting on plays. I should probably be trying harder to score chicks.
Dudley Heinsbergen: You wanna play some word games, or do some experiments on me or anything? Raleigh: [lying on the couch, depressed after hearing about Margot's adultery] No.
Sammy: Can we play Big and Small? Grace: Is that a real game, or is that a game you just made up? Sammy: It's a real game that I just made up.
[a jukebox begins playing Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now" while the zombie pub owner attacks the group] Shaun: Who the hell put this on? Ed: It's on random. Liz: For fuck's sake!
Cecil Parkes: Rachmaninov? Are you sure? David: Kind of. I'm not really sure about anything. Cecil Parkes: The Rach 3. It's monumental. David: It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could everest play.
[Playing checkers] Red: King me. Andy Dufresne: Chess. Now there's a game of kings. Red: What? Andy Dufresne: Civilized. Strategic... Red: ...and a total fuckin' mystery. I hate it.
Bob Blair: [to Frank] Who the fuck do you think you are, you son of a bitch? You think you have it bad just because those bastards won't play ball?
Antonius Block: This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
Marianne: Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Sir John Middleton: Yes, yes, of course. My goodness. Yes, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear.