[as he lies dying, Dummy hands Stark the Mark I arc reactor] Tony Stark: Good boy...
Fischer: [handing his abductors his wallet] There's five hundred dollars in there. And the wallet's worth more than that.
Léon: Stansfield? Stansfield: At your service. Léon: [handing him something] This is from... Mathilda. Stansfield: [sees that it's a pin for a grenade] Shit.
Marco: [During the Kung Fu fight with Chunjin] What was Raymond doing with his hands?
Eliza Doolittle: I ain't dirty! I washed my face and hands before I come, I did.
Lee: [Grabs at three flies - opens his hand] One. There was a time when I'd have gotten all three.
Rock Biter: They look like big, good, strong hands, don't they? I always thought that's what they were.
Dae-su Oh: [after a very messy beating] Anyone here with an AB blood type, raise your hand.
Mr. Park: [hands Dae-Su a business card while grinning a big gold-toothed grin] This dentist is really good.
Boss Spearman: A man's trust is a valuable thing, Button. You don't want to lose it for a handful of cards.
Esmeralda: So what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It's a topic I'm very interested in.
Indiana: Here, take this, [hands Marion a torch] Indiana: Wave it at anything that slithers. Marion: The whole place is slitherin'!
[voiceover] John Hartigan: I take away his weapon. [shoots Junior's hand] John Hartigan: [pauses] Both of them. [shoots Junior's groin]
Benny Rodriguez: Anyone who wants to be a can't-hack-it pantywaist who wears their mama's bra, raise your hand.
[holding hands] Pat: Wait, what's this? Tiffany: I thought you were doing it. Pat: I thought you were doing it.
[the toys are trapped in the incinerator] Jessie: Buzz! What do we do? [Buzz takes hold of Jessie's hand]
Benny: [to Mary, the three-breasted hooker] Baby, you make me wish I had three hands.
Calvin: [when Bree coughs after drinking mescal] That'll put hair on your chest. Bree Osbourne: [clasps hands as if praying] Hope not. [laughs]
[last lines] Miss Plimsoll: [hands Sir Wilfrid his thermos bottle] Sir Wilfrid, you've forgotten your brandy!
From paying off friends' tax bills to rescuing stray dogs and stuffing £20 notes into the hands of homeless people, I can't get rid of my money fast enough.
The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for among old parchments or musty records. They are written, as with a sunbeam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of the divinity itself; and can never be erased.
