Rocket Raccoon: Let's get something clear! This one here is our booty. You wanna get to him, you go through us... or, more accurately, we go through you!
Fred Friendly: Shirley, honey, would you go across the street and get the early editions? Shirley Wershba: All of them? Edward R. Murrow: Just get O'Brian.
Vincent: It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.
Angelo Maggio: I just hate to see a good guy get it in the gut. Cpl. Buckley: You better get used to it, kid. You'll probably see a lot of it before you die.
Alan Garner: [while getting fitted for a tux] Whoa, watch it, pervert! Doug Billings: It's ok, Alan. He's just doing your inseam. Alan Garner: He's getting very close to my shaft.
Vincent Hanna: What are you going to take them on? Breaking and entering? They didn't steal anything, don't you get it? It gets knocked back to some chicken shit misdemeanor they do six months and their out, no fucking way
[last lines] Sid: You know? This whole ice age thing is getting old. You know what I could go for? A global warming. Diego: Keep dreaming. Sid: No really...
[last lines] Lynn Bracken: Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona. [She kisses Exley on the cheek] Lynn Bracken: Bye. Ed Exley: Bye.
Henry J. Waternoose: I hope you're happy, Sullivan. You destroyed this company. Monsters Incorporated is dead! Where will everyone get their scream now? The energy crisis will only get worse, because of you!
[Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun] Chris: We'll get there. Vin: It's not getting up there that bothers me. It's staying up there that I mind.
Nurse Pilbow: Don't get upset, Mr. McMurphy. McMurphy: I'm not getting upset, Nurse Pilbow. I just don't want anyone to slip me salt peter!
Jake Mosby: Buck up, Homer. You're a Coalwood boy! You get down there, get that shovel in your hands, coaldust on your neck, feel just as natural as a tick on a dog.
Vincent: Get her the shot! Lance: I will if you let me. Vincent: I ain't fuckin' stopping you! Lance: Well, then quit talking to me, talk to her. Vincent: Get the shot!
Royal: Can we get somebody over here to kill these mice for us? Margot: No. They belong to Chas. Or anyway he invented them. Royal: Get him to stick them in a fucking cage or something.
Corey Flood: I'm sorry, it's just that you're a really nice guy and we don't want to see you get hurt. Lloyd Dobler: I want to get hurt!
Karl: I reckon I'm gonna have to get used to looking at pretty people. Dr. Jerry Woolridge: Yes you will. Karl: 'Reckon I'm gonna have to get used to them looking at me.
Oliver Larrabee: Seems to me there ought to be a less extravagant way of getting a chauffeur's daughter out of one's hair. Linus Larrabee: How would you do it? You can't even get a little olive out of a jar!
Emily Posa: [From trailer] Why do I get the feeling you're doing me a really big favor? Ben Thomas: Because I get the feeling that you really deserve it.
Johnny Hooker: Can you get a mob together? Henry Gondorff: After what happened to Luther, I don't think I can get more than two, three hundred guys.
Alabama: I'm gonna go jump in the tub and get all slippery and soapy and then hop in that waterbed and watch X-rated movies 'till you get your ass back in my lovn' arms.
Professor Marvel: Better get under cover, Sylvester. There's a storm blowin' up - a whopper, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry. Poor little kid, I hope she gets home all right.
