Mr. White: We're leaving. You should go with us. Mr. Blonde: Nobody's goin' anywhere. Mr. White: Piss on this fucking turd! We're outta here.
[Mr. Blonde has cut off Marvin's ear and begins talking into it] Mr. Blonde: Hey what's goin' on? Can you hear that?
Nauls: Where are we goin'? MacReady: Up to my shack. Nauls: What the hell for? MacReady: 'Cause when I left yesterday, I turned the lights off.
MacReady: Childs, we're goin' out to give Blair the test. If he tries to make it back here and we're not with him... burn him.
Jeffrey Goines: All the doors are locked too. They're protecting the people on the outside from us from the people on the outside who are as crazy as us.
Jeffrey Goines: My father's going to be very upset when he hears about this! And when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES!
Vivian Cash: John, whats with the black? You look like you're goin' to a funeral! Johnny Cash: Maybe I am...
Trudy Chacon: [Last line as she gets hit by missiles from Quaritch's Dragon Gunship] Rogue One is hit. I'm goin' in. Sorry Jake.
[last lines] Marty McFly: Hey, Doc! Where you goin' now? Back to the future? Doc: Nope. Already been there.
Drew: I'm a-goin' with you, Ed, and not with Mister Lewis Medlock, 'cause I done seen how he drives these country roads he don't know nothin' 'bout.
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job. John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
Zoë: So... trap? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Trap. Zoë: We goin' in? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Ain't but a few hours out. Hoban 'Wash' Washburn: Yeah, but... remember the part where it's a trap?
Jeffrey Goines: You are a total nutcase, completely deranged, delusional, paranoid. Your thought process is all fucked up. Your information train is jammed, man!
[from trailer] Frank Lucas: This is my home. This is where my business is, my wife, my mother, my family. This is my country, I ain't goin' nowhere.
The Stranger: I like your style, Dude. The Dude: Well, I dig your style too, man. Got the whole cowboy thing goin'. The Stranger: Thankee.
Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.
Old Mr.: Boy, you goin' let this ol' nappy-headed girl cuss you out like that? You sittin' at the head of your own dinner table and actin' like the waiter!
[Lewis and Ed take a wrong turn looking for the river] First Griner: Where you goin' city boy? Lewis: We'll find it. We'll find it. Second Griner: It ain't nothin' but the biggest fuckin' river in the state.
[as the Irish are drafted as they come ashore] Irish Immigrant: Where we goin'? Another Immigrant: I heard Tennessee. Irish Immigrant: Where's that? Irish Soldier: Do they feed us now?
Amos Carruthers: [bringing his truant son Herbert to school] Ain't you goin' to give him a whoppin'? Ransom Stoddard: No, he's too big.
Wendell: We goin' in? Ed Tom Bell: Gun out and up. Wendell: [Wendell draws his pistol] What about yours? Ed Tom Bell: I'm hidin' behind you.
