Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood. Louis: Yankees are not to your taste? Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.
Uncle Billy: On boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! I feel so good I could spit in Potter's eye! I think I will, I think I will!
[to Mr. Incredible] Syndrome: Oh, no. Elastigirl? You married Elastigirl? Ho, ho, ho... [sees the kids] Syndrome: Oh - and got biz-zay! It's a whole family of supers! Looks like I hit the jackpot! Oh, this is just too good!
Quint: [talking Brody through making knots] Little brown eel comes out of the cave... Swims into the hole... Comes out of the hole... Goes back into the cave again... It's not too good is it Chief? [Refering to Brody's messed up knot]
O-Ren (voice): [in Japanese; subtitled] Look at me, Matsumoto. Take a good look at my face. Look at my eyes. Do I look familiar? Do I look like somebody... you murdered?
Joe: Thank you, Randy. I was sure you'd see it my way. Take good care of yourself. Randy Kennan: I'll take care of myself, mister. That's my specialty.
Dog: Golf - the best way to spoil a good walk. Winston Churchill said that. I say it's a dog-eat-dog world. And I got bigger teeth than you two.
Adult Simba: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart. Scar: Oh, Simba, you must understand. The pressures of ruling a kingdom... Adult Simba: Are no longer yours. Step down, Scar.
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!
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!
