Creasy: [talking to "The Voice" on the phone right after shooting his brothers hand] I'm gonna take your family apart piece by piece, you understand me? Piece by piece.
Creasy: I am going to ask questions. If you don't answer fully and truthfully, you will suffer much more than you have to. I'm going to cut your fingers off. One by one, if I have to.
Pita: Where are you from, Creasy? Creasy: The United States. Pita: I know, but which state? Creasy: No state in particular. Pita: My mom and me are from Houston, Texas. Have you been there? Creasy: No.
[after an argument about Billy's statistical approach to baseball instead of trusting his scouts] Billy Beane: I'm not gonna fire you, Grady. Grady Fuson: Fuck you, Billy. Billy Beane: Now I will.
Mr. R. H. Macy: [to Sawyer] "Psychologist". Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school? [starts to walk away, then turns back to Sawyer] Mr. R. H. Macy: You're fired.
Peter Gibbons: So you guys are gonna fire Mike and Samir, and you're gonna give *me* more money? Bob Porter: [nods] Uh-huh. Peter Gibbons: Wow.
Bob Slydell: [telling Lumbergh who's going to be fired] There's two more people we can easily lose, and then there's Tom Smykowski... He's useless. [laughs] Bob Slydell: Gone.
George Nelson: Cows! I hate cows worse than coppers! [fires his Tommy gun at them] Delmar O'Donnell: Oh, George... not the livestock.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: I know one thing, Major, I drew down and fired straight at it. Capped off two hundred rounds in the minigun, full pack. Nothing... Nothing on Earth could've lived. Not at that range.
[looking at an old picture of the Ark] Colonel Musgrove: Now, what's that supposed to be coming out of there? Indiana: Lightning. Fire. The power of God or something. Major Eaton: I'm beginning to understand Hitler's interest in this.
Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so!
Marcus Publius Glabrus: How were you able to get my appointment without Gracchus knowing? Marcus Licinius Crassus: I fought fire with oil. I purchased the Senate behind his back.
[Miller purposely draws fire] Sergeant Horvath: Captain, if your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset. Captain Miller: I thought *you* were my mother.
The Operative: Are you willing to die for your beliefs? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I am... [they draw. Mal fires first, and the Operative is forced to take cover] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: 'Course, that ain't exactly plan A.
[Holmes has arrived at the auction and is trying to defuse the motion-sensitive bomb intended for Dr. Hoffmanstahl] Sherlock Holmes: One million pounds! Oh, and by the way, fire.
Beggar Woman: [singing about Todd and Mrs. Lovett's incinerator] Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil! City on fire!
[as the Narada pursues Spock, he suddenly whips the ship around and heads directly for it] Nero: What's he doing? Spock's Ship's Computer: Ambassador Spock, you are on a collision course. Nero: [panicking] FIRE EVERYTHING!
Hazel: I like it. I do! I'm - I'm just really concerned about dying in the fire. Burning House Realtor: It's a big decision - how one prefers to die.
[Quinlan fires a pistol at Vargas, not hitting him] Quinlan: That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.
Ryan Bingham: Now, I'm gonna set that backpack on fire. What do you want to take out of it? Photos? Photos are for people who can't remember. Drink some ginko and let the photos burn.
Ship's Computer: Caution: Rogue robots. Caution... WALL.E: Oh, EVA. [points at screen with them on it, EVE fires a laser blast at the screen, destroying it] WALL.E: Ohh... [folds up inside himself]
