Timon: This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. Young Simba: What's that? Timon: A grub. What's it look like? [Timon eats the grub] Young Simba: Ewwwww, gross. Timon: Tastes like chicken.
Wong Fei-hung: [Drinking some very strong alcohol in the middle of a fight] What the hell is that? Mrs. Wong: What does it mean when there's a picture of a skull? Wong Fei-hung: Good stuff!!!
Jean Valjean: You might be making a mistake. Javert: What kind of mistake is that? Jean Valjean: Sometimes, people move into town to start a new slate, you might be doing more harm than good by prying into their private.
[Nobutada is shamed by Imperial Guards who cut off his top knot and take his swords, leaving him in a heap in the street] Algren: C'mon, I'll take you home. Nobutada: Jolly good.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are Mikey and Danny really dead? Marcus Luttrell: I don't know. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are we dead? Marcus Luttrell: Negative. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: We're good right? Marcus Luttrell: Fuck yeah. We're solid.
Effie Perine: Look at me, Sam. You worry me. You always think you know what you're doing, but you're too slick for your own good. Some day you're going to find it out.
Zoot: Welcome, brave sir Knight. Welcome to the Castle Anthrax. Sir Galahad: The Castle Anthrax? Zoot: Yes... it's not a very good name, is it? Oh, but we are nice, and we'll attend to your every need.
[Mike and Sulley at a crosswalk next to a giant monster] Sulley: Hey, Ted! Good morning! [Ted clucks; light changes and they cross] Sulley: See that, Mikey? Ted's walking to work. Mike: Big deal. Guy takes five steps and he's there.
Suzy: It doesn't make me feel very good. I found this on top of our refrigerator. [Pulls out a book "Coping with the very troubled child"] Sam: Does that mean you? Suzy: I think so, yeah.
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!
[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.
Tracy Lord: Dexter, say something. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, I... Tracy Lord: Oh, Dexter, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, that's no good. That's not even conversation.
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...
