Hans Gruber: [during a shootout with McClane, who is barefoot] Karl, schieß dem Fenster [sic] Hans Gruber: [Karl gives Hans a puzzled look. Exasperated, Hans repeats it in English] *Shoot* the *glass!
Ellerby: Queenan is dead. I'm your boss now. Dignam: I don't give a fuck, I'd rather hand in my papers first. Ellerby: World needs plenty of bartenders - two weeks, with pay!
Mister Senor Love Daddy: Yes, children, this is the cool-out corner. We're slowing it down for all the lovers in the house. I'll be giving you all the help you need. Musically, that is.
Django: You kill people? And they give you a reward? Dr. King Schultz: Certain people, yeah... Django: Bad people? Dr. King Schultz: [grins] Ah! Badder they are, the bigger the reward.
Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
Veronica Quaife: [to Seth after her stocking disintegrates in the telepod] Great. The world's largest microwave oven. I'm glad I didn't give you my Rolex, if I had a Rolex.
Richard Nixon: [Frost is signing a cheque] I hope that isn't coming out of your own pocket. David Frost: [Gives a quick smile] I wish my pockets were that deep.
Raoul Duke: I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won't be long now before they tear us to shreds.
Melvin Udall: As long as you keep your work zipped up around me, I don't give a rat-crap what or where you shove your show. Are we done being neighbors for now?
Gracchus: He enters Rome like a conquering hero. But what has he conquered? Falco: Give him time, Gracchus. He's young, he may do very well. Gracchus: For Rome? Or for you?
Sharts: I wonder when they gonna give us the blue suits. Trip: [laughs] Where you from, boy? Sharts: South Carolina. Trip: South Carolina? Well, then you ought to know better than that, boy.
Vince Walker: Whatever moral ascendancy the West once held was lost here today. India is free, for she has taken all that steel and cruelty can give and she has neither cringed nor retreated.
Blake: These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you they're gold, and you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you would be throwing them away. They're for closers.
Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do? Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
Hiccup: What do you think, bud? You wanna give this another shot? [Toothless groans skeptically] Hiccup: Toothless! It'll be fine!
Robert E. Lee "Prew' Prewitt: Put your clothes on, alright? Angelo Maggio: [drunk] Give 'em back to the Indians. The Indians need the clothes. All they wear is G-strings.
[Nicholas is giving a talk to a group of school children] Nicholas Angel: Are there any questions? [Danny is sitting at the back of a group] Danny Butterman: Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up?
Jeffrey Pelt: I'll give you three days to prove your theory correct. After that... we'll have to hunt down Ramius and destroy him. Will you do it?
Elwood P. Dowd: Here, let me give you one of my cards. Now if you should ever want to call me, call me at this number. Don't call me at that one, that's the old one.
Ariadne: What's happening? Arthur: Your subconscious is looking for the dreamer; me. Quick, give me a kiss. Ariadne: [She kisses him and then looks around] Ariadne: They're still looking at us. Arthur: Yeah, it was worth a shot.
