Gru: The highest honor awarded to Dr. Nefario for your years of service, the 21-fart gun salute! [21 fart guns fire] Dr. Nefario: [coughs] Uh, I counted 22.
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [about a boy who was sent home with a bloody nose] He's a fidgety boy. He will do anything to get out of his seat. He would set his foot on fire for half a day out of school.
Tony: The fire has been called off, my friend. No one is coming to help you. You might as well come out and join the others. I promise I won't hurt you.
Lawyer: For heaven's sake, man, don't you realize you are going to be shot! Bastien-Thiry: You don't understand. No French soldier will raise his rifle against me. [He is shot by a firing squad the next day]
Brian Taylor: We can't hold them off. We gotta lay down a base of fire and pivot. Mike Zavala: What the fuck does that mean, dude? Brian Taylor: We're shooting our way out of here, bro.
Private Eightball: Now you might not believe it, but under fire Animal Mother is one of the... finest human beings in the world. All he needs is somebody to throw hand grenades at him the rest of his life.
Dr Ray Stantz: Alright boys... Ready? Throw it! [Ghostbusters fire away at Slimer; chandelier falls to the floor] Dr Ray Stantz: I did that, I did that... That's my fault. Dr. Peter Venkman: It's OK; the table broke the fall.
Plutarch Heavensbee: Now, Katniss, you have been our mission from the beginning. The plan was always to get you out. Half the tributes were in on it. This is the revolution, and you are the mockingjay.
[from trailer] Haymitch Abernathy: I want you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child's play. This year, you're dealing with all experienced killers.
Peeta Mellark: Remember, Katniss, today's about making allies. [They enter the training Center which is mostly empty with the male Morphling vomiting] Katniss Everdeen: So far, I'm not overwhelmed by our choices.
Plutarch Heavensbee: So how do you like the party? Katniss Everdeen: It's a little overwhelming. Plutarch Heavensbee: It's appalling. Still, if you abandon your moral judgment, it can be fun.
Dumbledore: No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
[Moody takes a drink from his flask] Seamus: What do you suppose he's got there? Harry: I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.
Ron: [about Hermione] Why do you think she won't tell us who she's going to the ball with? Harry: 'Cause she knows we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.
Cornelius Fudge: As Minister for Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the Finals of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!
Harry: What's with the flower? Hagrid... have you combed your hair? Hagrid: 'S a matter of fact I have. You might want to try the same thing now and again.
Voldemort: Nagini tells me that the old Muggle caretaker is standing right outside the door. Step aside, Wormtail, so that I can give our guest a proper greeting. Avada Kedavra!
Harry: You're a right foul git, you know that? Ron: You think so? Harry: I know so! Ron: Anything else? Harry: Yeah, stay away from me! Ron: Fine.
[Smaug is smothered with a deluge of molten gold] Smaug: [rises up] Revenge? REVENGE? I will show you revenge! [takes flight towards Lake Town] Smaug: I am fire! I am... death!
[Tony emerges from the cave wearing the Mark I armour. The terrorists yell and open fire, but their bullets just bounce off the suit. Eventually they stop shooting] Tony Stark: My turn. [unleashes his flamethrowers]
Jesus: In the desert, the baptist warned us, God is coming. Well, I'm telling you it's too late! He's already here. I'm here! And I'm going to baptize everybody... with fire!
