Ernie Bishop: [as George is trying to find Mary in the abandoned house] Watch this guy, Bert, he's bats!
Fear: Maybe it was a bear? Disgust: There are no bears in San Francisco. Anger: I saw a really hairy guy, he looked like a bear.
Hooper: [to Brody] 'Scuse me. You know those eight guys in the fantail launch out there? Well, none of 'em are gonna get out of the harbor alive.
[Stocking a box with liquor for the police's Christmas party] Liquor Store Owner: If I ever get held up, you guys better be here.
TV Presenter: We now return to "Where Are My Pants?" "Where are my pants?" guy: Honey? Where are my paaaaaaaants?
Batman: What're you losers talking about? Thought I'd help you guys out. Left the weird cat thing to stall.
Stansfield: [after the building explodes] Hey, what the fuck is going on up there? I said take the guy out, not the whole fucking building!
[from teaser trailer] Mike: Oh, that's great, blame it on the little guy. How original. He must've read the schedule wrong with his one eye.
[Mike complains to Sulley about Randall] Mike: One of these days I am really... going to let you teach that guy a lesson.
Harvey Milk: Is anyone gonna pay the pizza guy, or are we all just gonna stare? Dick Pabich: Why wouldn't we stare?
Billy Beane: [Suggesting a player for first base] Scott Hatteberg. Scout Barry: Who? Billy Beane: Exactly. The guy sounds like an Oakland A already.
Llewelyn Moss: [after finding the drug crime scene] ... Where's the last guy? Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one.
Rod Lane: [to Tina] Guys can have nightmares too ya know. Ya ain't got a corner on the market or somethin'.
Herbie Stemple: And they love me for the same reason they used to hate me, because I'm the guy who knows everything.
Account Guy: Stempel is an underdog. You know, people root for that. It's a New York thing. Martin Rittenhome: Queens is not New York!
Rosemary Woodhouse: I look awful. Guy Woodhouse: What are you talking about? You look great. It's that haircut that looks awful.
[Bob Morton has stormed off] Officer Lewis: Sorry, Sarge. I fucked up. Sgt. Reed: Forget it, kid. This guy's a serious asshole.
Betty the Waitress: So what brings you guys to the middle of nowhere? Michael Sullivan, Jr.: We're bank robbers.
Corey Flood: Diane Court doesn't go out with guys like you. She's a brain. D.C.: Trapped in the body of a game-show hostess.
Cammi: And here are your handy wipes. Jack: Oh, so that's what these are. For a minute there I thought you guys were promoting safe sex.
Private Reiben: [shouts at Private Ryan] Hey asshole! Two of our guys died trying to find you all right?
