Shelby Carpenter: I forgot to tell you, I also read palms, I swallow swords, I mend my own socks, I never eat garlic or onions, what more could you want of a man?
Slevin: I'm gonna say the same thing any man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses to the right or left. Lindsey: What's that? [cuts to Boss's penthouse] Slevin: Yes.
Martin Riggs: The guy who shot me! The same albino jackrabbit son of a bitch who did Hunsacker. Roger Murtaugh: You sure? Martin Riggs: Yeah, I'm sure man. I never forget an asshole.
Lisa: What are you gonna do? Creasy: What I do best. I'm gonna kill 'em. Anyone that was involved. Anybody who profited from it. Anybody who opens their eyes at me. Lisa: [Whispering] You kill 'em all.
Fuentes: You know, I-I'm a professional. Creasy: That's what everybody keeps saying. "I'm just a professional". Everybody keeps saying that to me. "I'm just a professional", "I'm just a professional". I'm getting sick and tired of hearing that.
Daniel Sanchez: You have my family. So... how much do you want? Creasy: Ah. Your brother wants to say something to you. Hold on. [Creasy blows off Aurelio's hand with a shotgun]
Rayburn: Mariana!... Obey me, and I will love you. Creasy: So that's how it works huh? Rayburn: That's how it works. [Mariana brings Rayburn his drink] Creasy: Does she have a sister?
Zakir Khan: [to TV cameras] The question over here is, not why he's trying to meet the President. The question is, what's wrong in an ordinary citizen wanting to meet the President of his country? Or is it just wrong for a Muslim man to even try?
Shang: Ping, you are the craziest man I've ever met, and for that I owe you my life. From now on, you have my trust. Ling: Let's hear it for Ping, the bravest of us all! Yao: You're king of the mountain!
Malcolm X: I ordered a single, Jack. Bartender: The double's on that man, Jack. Malcolm X: Who is that? Bartender: That's West Indian Archie. Malcolm X: Yeah? What's his angle? Bartender: Some uh this, some uh that.
Icey Spoon: [about sex in marriage] A woman's a fool to marry for that. That's somethin' for a man. The Good Lord never meant for a decent woman to want that. Not really want it. It's all just a fake and a pipe dream.
Rev. Harry Powell: Lord, you sure knew what you were doing when you brung me to this very cell at this very time. A man with ten thousand dollars hid somewhere, and a widder in the makin'.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Diana Christensen: Well Max, here we are: Middle-aged man reaffirming his middle-aged manhood, and a terrified young woman with a father complex. What sort of script do you think we can make out of this?
Rusty: [impersonating a doctor] I'm sorry. He's gone. Virgil Malloy: [as he and Turk enter, impersonating paramedics] Man, I told you to run. Turk Malloy: Don't do that. Virgil Malloy: What, I didn't tell you to run?
Bob Slydell: I'd like to move us right along to a Peter Gibbons. Now we had a chance to meet this young man, and boy that's just a straight shooter with upper management written all over him.
Homer: Man, we should be trying to get into that science fair instead of sitting around here like a bunch of hillbillies. Roy Lee: Well, I got some real sad news for you Homer. We *are* a bunch of hillbillies.
Fezzik: Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that? Man in Black: Oh no, it's just that they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.
Martin Frohm: What would you say if man walked in here with no shirt, and I hired him? What would you say? Christopher Gardner: He must have had on some really nice pants.
Philomena: I've always wanted to see him in his big chair. Martin Sixsmith: Well, he was uh... a big man. Literally. 6 foot 4, tallest American president. Philomena: You can see that. He's tall even sitting down.
Chris Taylor: [after taking down a group of NVA soldiers] I got two of them fuckers, man! Rhah: I got one! Chris Taylor: [cups hand to his mouth] Ho Chi Minh sucks dead dick! [whoops]
