Lord Robert: For God's sake, you are still my Elizabeth. Elizabeth: I am not your Elizabeth. I am no man's Elizabeth. And if you think to rule, you are mistaken. Elizabeth: [to all] Elizabeth: I will have one mistress here... and no master.
[young Jenny's father is chasing her through the fields to beat her when she stops and hides] Young Jenny Curran: Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here.
[watching Dr. Gonzo leave] Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Otto: Nice fish, Ken. You know what Nietzsche said about animals? "They were God's second blunder." Ken: Well, you t-t-t-tell him from me that I kuh-kuh, I kuh-kuh...
[on some materials he's using for escape clothes] Bartlett: Where in God's name did you get these? Griffith: Hendley. Bartlett: Well, where did he get them? Griffith: Well, I asked him that. Bartlett: What did he say? Griffith: "Don't ask."
[as they leave the diner they see Seymour in his car getting cut up at an intersection by a big, jacked-up SUV. He screeches to a halt and shouts furiously] Enid: Oh my god. It's him! He's insane. Rebecca: We should follow him home.
Ron Weasley: Oh my God. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs! Harry Potter: Ron, you don't have a wife. Ron Weasley: Right.
Polonius: How dost my good lord Hamlet? [Turns a corner and is shocked by a mask-wearing Hamlet] Hamlet: Well. God a' mercy. Polonius: [Astonished at Hamlet's peculiar behavior] Do you know me my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
Bob: Weren't you in the news? Some show in, Prayge... Prague? Edna: Milan, darling. Milan. Supermodels. Heh! Nothing super about them... spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves. Feh! I used to design for *...
Perry: [Calling Harmony after escaping torture with Harry] Hey, Harmony, it's me. Harmony: Oh, God, how did you get away? Perry: I shot him with a small revolver I keep near my balls.
Sam: I think there has to be a door between where you cook and where you crap. Even in the bush - tribal people, you know, they have a place for both. Probably it's like a law. God! It's probably in the Bible. It's at least a building code violation.
Jean Valjean: God on high, hear my prayer. In my need, you have always been there. He is young, he's afraid. Let him rest, heaven blessed. Bring him home, bring him home. Bring him home.
[while being persued by the Ahceron] Capt. Jack Aubrey: What is it with this man? Did I kill a relative of his in battle, perhaps? His boy, God forbid? Dr. Stephen Maturin: He fights like you, Jack.
Rusty: God, I'm bored! Danny: You look bored. Rusty: I am bored! [long pause] Rusty: How was the clink? You get the cookies I sent? Danny: Why do you think I came to see you first?
Neal: As much fun as I've had on this little journey, I'm sure one day I'll look back on it and laugh. Del: [giggles] Are you sure? Neal: [starts chuckling] Oh God. I'm laughing already.
Kimmy: [about David] Oh, my God. He is, like, so pathetic. I can't believe you're, like, related to him! Jennifer: Only on my parents' side. Kimmy: Yeah, but you guys are, like, twins and stuff. You must be from the cool side of the uterus.
[Leo Bloom walks in on Bialystock romancing Holdmethouchme] Leo Bloom: Oh my God! Max Bialystock: You mean "oops," don't you? Just say "oops" and get out! Leo Bloom: ''stammering'' Ah-a-a-a-a-a-a-a Max Bialystock: Not "Ah-a-a-a-a-a-a-a" Oops! Leo Blo...
General Omar N. Bradley: What we really need is... someone tough enough to really pull this outfit together. Brig. Gen. Hobart Carver: Patton? General Omar N. Bradley: Possibly. Brig. Gen. Hobart Carver: [with a smile] God help us!
Marv: I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.
Dwight: [while being rescued from the Tar Pits] Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
Shaun: [to a girl in the garden] Excuse me? [no response] Shaun: Excuse me? [no response] Shaun: Hellew? [no response] Ed: [picks up a pebble and throws it off her back] Oi! [girl turns round, a zombie] Shaun: Oh, my God! She's so drunk!
