Captain Richard Phillips: Listen up, we have been boarded by armed pirates. If they find you, remember, you know this ship, they don't. Stick together and we'll be all right. Good luck.
Rick: How can you close me up? On what grounds? Captain Renault: I'm shocked... shocked to find that gambling is going on in there. Croupier: Your winnings sir. Captain Renault: [sotto voce] Oh, thank you very much.
Natasha Romanoff: What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice. Steve Rogers: Secure the engine room, then find me a date. Natasha Romanoff: I'm multitasking.
Roberto: And now i have falled in love, at last. I have finded my new home. She has asked to me if I stay here, to live together with her forever and ever. Like in a book for children.
Marquise de Merteuil: Tell us we should think of the opera. Chevalier Danceny: Oh, it's sublime, don't you find? Marquise de Merteuil: Monsieur Danceny is one of those rare eccentrics who come here to listen to the music.
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Madolyn: Here, this is my card. Colin Sullivan: Nah, I don't need that. I'm a detective. I'll find you. [elevator door begins to close; Colin reaches out] Colin Sullivan: No, I'm just kidding, I need the card.
[Lee is at his mother's gravesite] Lee: You will not agree with what I'm going to do. It is contrary to all that you have taught me, and all that Su Lin believed. I must leave. Please try to find a way to forgive me.
Dory: I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy. Come on, Squishy Come on, little Squishy. [baby talk, the jellyfish stings her] Dory: Ow. Bad Squishy, bad Squishy.
[as the pelicans watch Gerald choking on his breakfast] Nigel: Reckon somebody oughta help the poor guy. Pelicans: [all shrug and mutter] Yeah, yeah right... Nigel: [sarcastically] Well, don't everybody fly off at once.
Bruce: All right, anyone else? Hello, how 'bout you, mate? What's your problem? Marlin: Me? I don't... I don't have a problem. Bruce: Oh. Okay... Bruce, Anchor, Chum: [to each other] Denial.
Marlin: Of course he wants us to move over there. That's EATING US. [wagging his tail on the whale's taste bud] Marlin: How do I taste, Moby, huh? DO I TASTE GOOD?
[Nemo lives in a sea anemone] Mr. Ray: All new explorers must answer a science question. You live in what kind of home? Nemo: An anemonemone. Amnemonemomne. Mr. Ray: That's okay kid, dont hurt yourself.
[the dentist is getting ready to pull a patient's tooth when Nigel flies into the window. The dentist spins around, ripping the patient's tooth out] Patient: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Dentist: Oh... well, that's ONE way to pull a too...
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, sir, you're standing on my sleeve. J.M. Barrie: [moves his foot and looks down to face Michael] Am I? So sorry. I might point out you're lying under my bench.
'Wendy': [as she is lifted by the kite] Peter! Peter Pan: Don't let go, Wendy! 'Wendy': Peter, I'm frightened! Peter Pan: Hang on, Wendy! 'Wendy': [fading] Peter! Peter Pan: To die will be an awfully big adventure.
J.M. Barrie: Peter, I was hoping to use your name for one of the characters in my next play. If you will allow me, that is. Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't know what to say. J.M. Barrie: [smiling] Say yes.
Charles Frohman: You know what happened, James, they changed it. J.M. Barrie: They changed what? Charles Frohman: The critics, they made it important... hm, what's it called? What's it called? J.M. Barrie: Play. Charles Frohman: Play.
[about Yente, the matchmaker] Tzeitel: But Mama, the men she finds. The last one was so old and he was bald. He had no hair. Golde: A poor girl without a dowry can't be so particular. You want hair, marry a monkey.
M. Gustave: If there's one thing we've learned from the Penny-Dreadfuls it's that if you find yourself in a place like this you should on no account let yourself be thought of as a candy-ass.
Mikael Blomkvist: I can't find any record of her and I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. Armansky: She's had a rough life. Can we please not make it any rougher?
