Isaac Davis: Plus I'll probably have to give my parents less money. It'll kill my father. He's not gonna be able to get as good a seat in the synagogue. He'll be in the back, away from God, far from the action.
Jacques Carcanogues: [to Ed, after Birdy's audition] I think, one day, she'll make a very good typist. Ping, ping, ping, ping, ping. Voila!
Icey Spoon: [about sex in marriage] A woman's a fool to marry for that. That's somethin' for a man. The Good Lord never meant for a decent woman to want that. Not really want it. It's all just a fake and a pipe dream.
[watching Linus trapped on the upper floor by security guards] Virgil Malloy: Shouldn't someone help him? Basher: Oh, that's a good idea, Rabbit. Let's hop out of the van and we can all get nicked!
O'Dell: God's honest truth, Homer. What are the chances... a bunch of kids from Coalwood... actually winning the national science fair? Homer: A million to one, O'Dell. O'Dell: That good? Well, why didn't you say so?
Hotel Clerk: Do you have seventeen dollars and a good watch? Del: No I don't. I have uh... two dollars... and a Casio. Hotel Clerk: I'm going to have to say goodnight, so...
Grandpa: Westley didn't reach his destination. His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Roberts, who never left captives alive. When Buttercup got the news that Westley was murdered... The Grandson: Murdered by pirates is good...
[At gunpoint, Jack Sparrow forces Elizabeth Swann to reattach his sword and compass to his belt. She pulls the belt tight] Jack Sparrow: Easy on the goods, darling.
John T. Chance: Stumpy? Stumpy: Yeah? John T. Chance: Going over to the hotel for a few minutes. Stumpy: Well, if'n ya don't come back, me 'n' Joe'll have us a good cry.
Clarence Boddicker: Shit! I don't believe it! Bobby: What? Clarence Boddicker: You... you burnt the fucking money! Bobby: I had to blow the door! What do you want? Clarence Boddicker: It's as good as marked, you asshole. You stupid, stupid asshole!
Marvin: I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want. Mr. Blonde: Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that.
Brandon: The good Americans usually die young on the battlefield, don't they? Well, the Davids of this world merely occupy space, which is why he was the perfect victim for the perfect murder. Course he, uh, he was a Harvard undergraduate. That might...
Jessica: You Okay, man? How do you feel? Nate: Not good. I mean, that... that was crazy. They just fight like that? Jessica: Nate, I'm not asking you how you're feeling. Nate: Right. Sorry.
[after R2D2 is spit out by a swamp creature on Dagobah - the line is changed in the Special Edition] Luke: You're lucky you don't taste very good.
C-3PO: Master Luke, Sir, it's so good to see you fully functional again. R2 expresses his relief also.
Stanley Kowalski: I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and there's some of them that give themselves credit for more than they've got.
Raoul Silva: Do you see what comes of all this running around, Mr. Bond? All this jumping and fighting, it's exhausting! Relax. You need to relax... Ah well, mother's calling. I will give her a good-bye kiss for you.
The Baroness: My dear, is there anything you can't do? Maria: Well, I'm not sure I'll make a very good nun. The Baroness: If you have any problems, I'll be happy to help you.
Brick Top: Listen, you fucking fringe, if I throw a dog a bone, I don't want to know if it tastes good or not. You stop me again whilst I'm walking, and I'll cut your fucking Jacobs off.
George Ristuccia: You know, Ben, I keep asking you this but why me? Ben Thomas: Because you are a good man. George Ristuccia: No, really. Ben Thomas: Even when you don't know that people are watching you.
Heywood: [Andy has returned after solitary for the record playing stunt] Couldn't play somethin' good, huh? Hank Williams? Andy Dufresne: [smiling] They broke the door down before I could take requests.
