Lord Arthur Holmwood: Forgive me, sir. My life is hers - I would give my last drop of blood to save her. Van Helsing: The last drop? Thank you, you're very welcome here.
Secretary of Labor: The Department of Labor wishes to note that the workers of Freedonia are demanding shorter hours. Rufus T. Firefly: Very well, we'll give them shorter hours. We'll start by cutting their lunch hour to 20 minutes.
Rufus T. Firefly: Just for that, you don't get the job I was going to give you. Chicolini: What job? Rufus T. Firefly: Secretary of War. Chicolini: All right, I take it. Rufus T. Firefly: Sold.
Abra: But you must give him some sign, Mr. Trask, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.
Mary: If you ever see it again, whatever it is, don't touch it, just call me and we'll have somebody come and take it away. Gertie: Like the dogcatcher? Elliot: But they'll give it a lobotomy or do experiments on it or something.
[2000 version] Chris MacNeil: Well, give me an example. Like what specifically did she say? Dr. Klein: Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised me to "keep my fingers away from her goddamned cunt."
Joe: [after saving Marisol and her family and giving them money] Marisol: Why do you do it for us? Joe: Why? I knew someone like you once. There was no one to there to help. Now get moving.
Forrest Gump: Hello. I'm Forrest, Forrest Gump. Recruit Officer: Nobody gives a hunky shit who you are, pus ball. You're not even a low-life, scum-sucking maggot. Get your ass on the bus, you're in the army now!
Mickey Ward: You didn't give a fuck if I got killed by Mungin; now, all of a sudden, you're worried Sanchez is gonna hurt me? Why? I mean, come on, Dick. 'Cause you're stuck in here and can't be the center of attention no more?
Copeland: Now you listen. I don't give a damn which way you go, just don't follow me. You got that? Dr. Richard Kimble: Yeah. [as Copeland leaves] Dr. Richard Kimble: Hey, Copeland. Be good.
Phil: You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.
Vincent Mancini: I am your son. Command me in all things. Michael Corleone: Give up my daughter. That is the price you pay for the life you choose.
Colonel Smithers: Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy. M: What's the matter with it? James Bond: I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... with an overdose of bon-bois. M: Colonel Smithers is giving the lectu...
Neville Longbottom: [discussing a battle strategy] Are you really giving us permission to do this? Minerva McGonagall: Yes, Longbottom. Neville Longbottom: Blow it up? Boom? Minerva McGonagall: BOOM!
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!
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!
Marion Chambers: What do I give him when we take him in front of the judge? Dr. Sam Loomis: Thorazine. Marion Chambers: He'll barely be able to sit up! Dr. Sam Loomis: That's the idea.
Admiral James Greer: [Concerning a briefing about the Red October and what she is capable of] You're going to be asked some very direct questions. Give them *direct* answers. Tell them what you think.
Marcus Brody: The search for the Grail is the search for the divine in all of us. But if you want facts, Indy, I've none to give you. At my age, I'm prepared to take a few things on faith.
Elsa: I believe in the Grail, not the Swastika. Indiana Jones: You stood up to be counted with the enemies of everything the Grail stands for. Who gives a damn what you believe? Elsa: You do.
Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood. Louis: Yankees are not to your taste? Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.
