Clementine: You're not a stalker, or anything, right? Joel: I'm not a stalker. YOU'RE the one that talked to me, remember? Clementine: That is the oldest trick in the stalker book. Joel: Really? There's a stalker book? Great, I gotta read that one.
Master Sergeant Farell: Battle is the Great Redeemer. It is the fiery crucible in which true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in.
Forrest Gump: He was from a long great military tradition. Somebody from his family had fought and died in every single American war. I guess you could say he had a lot to live up to.
Jimmy Conway: I'm not mad, I'm proud of you. You took your first pinch like a man and you learn two great things in your life. Look at me, never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut.
Proximo: So Spaniard, we shall go to Rome together and have bloody adventures. And the great whore will suckle us until we are fat and happy and can suckle no more. And then, when enough men have died, perhaps you will have your freedom.
Ghost Dog: Among the maxims on Lord Naoshige's wall, there was this one: "Matters of great concern should be treated lightly." Master Ittei commented, "Matters of small concern should be treated seriously."
Hermione: [howls] Harry: What are you doing? Hermione: Saving your life! Harry: Thanks!... Great, now he's coming at us! Hermione: Yeah, didn't think about that... run!
Madam Suliman: That boy is extremely dangerous, his powers are far too great for someone without a heart. [pause] Madam Suliman: If he stays selfish, I'm afraid he'll end up just like the Witch of the Wastes.
Pauline Parker: [narrating] This notion is not a new one but this time it is a definite plan which we intend to carry out. We have worked it out carefully and are both thrilled by the idea. Naturally we feel a trifle nervous, but the pleasure of anti...
Cornelius Fudge: As Minister for Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the Finals of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!
Barry: Rob, top five musical crimes perpetuated by Stevie Wonder in the '80s and '90s. Go. Sub-question: is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?
Great Goblin: [singing] Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung! You will die down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin Town!
Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. You really are. Harry: Not as good as you. Hermione: Me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.
Parker Wilson: You want a dog? Jasjeet: I prefer cash. Parker Wilson: He would make a great guard dog for you. Jasjeet: A guard dog to guard the hot dogs? I don't think so.
Eames: Great. Thank you. So, now we're trapped in Fischer's mind battling his own private army, and if we get killed, we'll be lost in limbo till our brains turn to scrambled egg.
Prince Feisal: And I must do it because the Turks have European guns. But I fear to do it. Upon my soul I do. The English have a great hunger for desolate places. I fear they hunger for Arabia.
Adult Simba: Well... Timon: Yeah? Adult Simba: Somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us. Pumbaa: Really? Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?
Sam: [sees corpses in the marsh] There are dead things! Dead faces in the water. Gollum: All dead... all rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle, long ago. The Dead Marshes... yes, that is their name.
Sam: Captain Faramir, you have shown your quality, sir - the very highest. Faramir: The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee, where gardeners are held in high honor.
Leonard: You're not taking her on the plane with you? Phillip Vandamm: Of course I am. Like our friends, I too believe in neatness, Leonard. This matter is best disposed of from a great height, over water.
Laureen Hobbs: Well Ahmed, you ain't gonna believe this. They gonna make a TV star out of you. Just like Archie Bunker. You gonna be a household word. Great Ahmed Kahn: What the fuck are you talking about?
