[Mary is stoned, and Joel has just gone off the map] Mary: He could wake up all half-baked and, gooey and, and half-baked... mmm, that sounds sooo good. I'm hungry.
Katharine Clifton: I'm impressed you can sew. Almásy: Good. Katharine Clifton: You sew very badly. Almásy: Well, you don't sew at all. Katharine Clifton: A woman should never learn to sew, and if she can she shouldn't admit to it.
Tinka: [on the phone] Joyce, I just saw this strange guy drive in with Peg. I didn't get a good look at him. He looked kinda pale.Okay. I'll be right there. Don't do anything without me. Okay, bye. Joyce: [on the phone] Yes, I'll be right there.
Boy Mordred: You seek what Arthur wants? That thing they call the Grail? Perceval: I do. Boy Mordred: Then follow me. [Mordred leads him to the tree where the decomposing bodies of some of the other quest knights are] Boy Mordred: They were looking f...
Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging up from a phone call with Ferris] I'm dying. [Phone rings, and Cameron answers] Ferris: (over the phone) You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.
Officer Olson: Hiya, Norm. How ya doin', Margie? How's the fricasse? Marge Gunderson: Pretty darn good, ya want some? Officer Olson: No, I gotta - hey, Norm, I thought you were goin' fishin' up at Mille Lacs? Norm Gunderson: Yah, after lunch.
Lambeau: Most days I wish I'd never met you 'cause then I could sleep at night. I didn't have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there. I didn't have to watch you throw it all away.
Sean: Do you have a soul mate? Will: Define that? Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you. Will: Yeah, Chuckie. Sean: [dismissing Will's choice] Chuckie's family; he would lie down in fucking traffic for you.
Morgan: Man, I can't believe you brought Skylar here when we're all fucking bombed and been drinking. What the fuck is she gonna think about us? Will: Yeah, Morgan, it's a real rarity that we'd be out drinking.
Sean: So what do you really want to do? Will: I wanna be a shepherd. Sean: Really. Will: I wanna move up to Nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them. Sean: Maybe you should go do that.
Dr Ray Stantz: Gozer the Gozerian, good evening. As a duly designated representative of the city, county, and state of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest con...
Ghost Dog: It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have something like a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream. It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this.
[last lines] Harry: [voice-over] I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. [writing appears, and the credits roll to end] Harry: Mischief managed. [the writing on the parchment fades away] Harry: Nox. [fade to black]
Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...
Dain: Good morning. How are we all? I have a wee proposition, if you don't mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would you consider... JUST SODDING OFF! All ye, right now!
Walter Burns: Let's see this paragon! Is he as good as you say? Hildy Johnson: Why, he's better! Walter Burns: Well then, what does he want with you? Hildy Johnson: Ah-ha-ha, now you got me!
Rob Gordon: I will now sell five copies of "The Three EPs" by The Beta Band. Dick: Go for it. [Rob plays the record] Beta Band Customer: Who is this? Rob Gordon: The Beta Band. Beta Band Customer: It's good. Rob Gordon: I know.
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.
Tibbs: Now listen, hear me good mama. Please. Don't make me have to send you to jail... There's white time in jail and there's colored time in jail. The worst kind of time you can do is colored time.
Charlie Burns: Quiet. Fast Eddie: Yeah, like a church. Church of the Good Hustle. Charlie Burns: Looks more like a morgue to me. Those tables are the slabs they lay the stiffs on. Fast Eddie: I'll be alive when I get out, Charlie.
Harry: Good of you to get us out of trouble like that. Ron: Mind you, we did save her life! Harry: Mind you, she might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her.
