Rayon: I'm Rayon. Ron Woodroof: Congratulations. Now fuck off and go back to your bed. Rayon: Relax, I don't bite. I guess you're handsome, in a Texas, hick, white trash, dumb kind of way. Ron Woodroof: Get the fuck out of here, whatever you are, bef...
Roger: Hey, man, we can't carry all this shit. [Peter wheels a gardening cart up with all of their supplies] Roger: Oh, I see, we're just gonna wheel right by 'em, right? Peter: We're gonna try, brother. We ain't doin' this for the exercise, so we mi...
[Roger and Peter are startled by the Old Priest] Old Priest: Señores, please to let me pass. Roger: Let's get him to the med unit. Old Priest: No, no, please. Just let me pass. I go up to seventh floor to find my sister; just let me pass. The people...
[looking at the approaching bikers] Peter: Just three of them, huh? Stephen: Holy shit! Peter: They'll get in. They'll move the trucks. Stephen: There's hundreds of those creatures down there. Peter: Come on, man, that's a professional army. Looks li...
Major John Reisman: What do you think, Sergeant? Sergeant Clyde Bowren: I think you'll do just fine, sir. Major John Reisman: [emphatically] Don't give me that! I said what do you think? Sergeant Clyde Bowren: I think the first chance one of those lo...
Boolie Werthan: I'd better be gettin' back to the office. Florene'll be havin' a fit if I don't get home on time tonight. Daisy Werthan: [sarcastically] Ya'll must have plans tonight! Boolie Werthan: Goin' to the Anderson's for a dinner party. Daisy ...
Takagi: [Hans is threatening to kill Takagi if he doesn't divulge the code to the vault] I don't know it, I'm telling you. Get on a jet to Tokyo and ask the Chairman. I'm telling you, you're just going to have to kill me. Hans Gruber: Okay. [shoots T...
Lucius Fox: [to Reese] Let me get this straight, you think that your client, one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world, is secretly a vigilante, who spends his nights beating criminals to a pulp with his bare hands, and your plan is to...
Taxi Driver: Right there's the town hall. Right over there's the old fire station. Played a lot of checkers over there, sure did. All this land's gonna be covered with water - best thing ever happened to this town. [a truck in front of the cab is car...
Chief Insp. Hubbard: Good morning, Sir. I'm Chief Inspector Hubbard, in charge of criminal investigation of this division. Tony Wendice: Oh, I think we gave your sergeant all the necessary information. Chief Insp. Hubbard: Yes, I've seen his report o...
Frank Costello: I'm concerned about a Chinaman who thinks it's wise to come to a business transaction with automatic weapons. [to the Chinese translator] Frank Costello: For his own good, tell Bruce Lee and the Karate Kids none of us are carrying aut...
Martin: Aren't you ashamed now? Aren't you? Spiders now, is it? Flies ain't good enough! Renfield: Flies? Flies? Poor puny things! Who wants to eat flies? Martin: You do, you loony! Renfield: Not when I can get nice fat spiders! Martin: All right, ha...
Bob Roland: Message from the front, sir. Rufus T. Firefly: Oh, I'm sick of messages from the front. Don't we ever get a message from the side? - What is it? Bob Roland: General Smith reports a gas attack. He wants to know what to do. Rufus T. Firefly...
[trying to convince a group of rebels that he's letting them escape] John Preston: Go. Go, damn you! [sees another rebel being shot and knows this group will be next] John Preston: Get out of here, God damn it! If you don't, you're dead! Rebel: Don't...
Dolores Fuller: Ed, what's *my* motivation? Edward D. Wood, Jr.: You're the file clerk. You're running into the next room and you run into Janet. Dolores Fuller: But are we good friends or is she just a casual acquaintance? Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Dolor...
[Finds Bela ailing] Bela Lugosi: This happens all the time. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Is there anything I can get for you? Water or a blanket? Bela Lugosi: Goulash. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: I don't know how to make goulash. [See the track marks on Bela's arm]...
Brian Taylor: Janet's pregnant. Mike Zavala: What? Get out of here, bro. Are you serious? Already? She's not even Mexican. Brian Taylor: Yeah, she's going for the ultrasound tomorrow but three of those little piss stick things. Mike Zavala: EPT's, ye...
Lou: [Lou hits Tyler in the face] Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden: No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. [Lou hits Tyler again] Tyler Durden: Still not getting it. [Lou hits Tyler a few more times] Tyler Durden: Ok, I got it. Shit, I lost it. [Lou con...
Richard Chesler: Get the fuck out of here, you're fired! Narrator: I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even...
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry. [the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot] Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on th...
[last lines] Joe: Mmh. Well, guess your government will be glad to see that gold back. Silvanito: And you? You don't want to be here when they get it, eh? Joe: You mean the Mexican goverment on one side? Maybe the Americans on the other side? Me righ...
