'The 5th Wave' is sci-fi, but I tried very hard to ground the story in very human terms and in those universal themes that transcend genre. How do we define ourselves? What, exactly, does it mean to be human? What remains after everything we trust, e...
Michel Delassalle: [embarrassing Christina in the dining room while she is trying to eat some distasteful fish] Everyone is looking at you. Swallow. Nicole Horner: It's disgusting! Michel Delassalle: Sorry? Nicole Horner: [angrily] Some things are ha...
John McClane: Drop it, dickhead. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me.
John McClane: You throw quite a party. I didn't realize they celebrated Christmas in Japan. Joseph Takagi: Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks.
Theo: [as the SWAT Team closes in] [over the CB] Theo: All right, listen up guys. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except... the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover fo...
Holly Gennero McClane: After all your posturing, all your little speeches, you're nothing but a common thief. Hans Gruber: I am an exceptional thief, Mrs. McClane. And since I'm moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite.
FBI Agent Johnson: [referring to McClane] He's inside? Who is he? Dwayne T. Robinson: Well, he might be a cop. I don't know, we're checking on that. FBI Special Agent Johnson: One of yours? Dwayne T. Robinson: No. No way.
Frank Costello: Sweetheart, you're giving me a hard-on. Gwen: Are you sure it's me? Not all that talk about whiffing and crawling up asses? Frank Costello: Watch your fuckin' mouth! Gwen: No, you watch it. Let me straighten you out.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Nimble little minx, in't she? Dr. Egon Spengler: We're gonna go full stream. Dr Ray Stantz: Aim for the flattop! [Ghostbusters shoot at Gozer, but she disappears] Dr. Peter Venkman: [uncertainly] Wasn't so hard.
[last lines] Vincent: [voiceover] For someone who was never meant for this world, I must confess I'm suddenly having a hard time leaving it. Of course, they say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I'm not leaving... maybe I'm goin...
Tequila: I can't afford any of these apartments! Cop: Why not live in a government apartment? Tequila: No way, I make too much for that! Wait... jazz bar! I'll live in the jazz bar! Cop: At least you'll get a lot of "sax".
Alan: Have you got a cop called Vodka? Superintendant Pang: He's called Tequila. He's a tough cop. Alan: I don't care who he is, tell him to back off. He'll ruin everything. Do you want to go to another funeral!
Jeffrey Pelt: You slammed the door on the General pretty hard, didn't you? Jack Ryan: That was not my intention. Jeffrey Pelt: Oh, yes, it was! He was patronizing you, and you stomped on him! And in my opinion, he deserved it!
Ralphie: Hey Curly, what all happens in a hurricane? Curly: The wind blows so hard the ocean gets up on its hind legs and walks right across the land. Toots: And singin' this song: Rain rain, go away, little Ralphie wants to play.
Dean: He's got the guns. Go ahead. You get them. Gary: Why me? Dean: You're supposed to be the hard case. Gary: [shrieks] You get the guns. I drive the car!
Gen. Hammond: Henry, I have a report here from your Major O'Houlihan. Now she makes some accusations here that I frankly find hard to believe. Colonel Blake: Well, don't believe them then, General. Good-bye. [hangs up]
Max: You'll be carrying the stink of the streets with you for the rest of your life! Noodles: I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. And I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on.
Sheryl Yoast: In Virginia, high school football is a way of life, it's bigger than Christmas day. My daddy coached in Alexandria, he worked so hard my momma left him, but I stayed with coach, he needed me on that field.
Dwight: [while kissing Gail] She almost yanks my head clean off, shoving my mouth into hers so hard it hurts. An explosion that blasts away the dull, gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she was mine.
Rooster Cogburn: You go for a man hard enough and fast enough, he don't have time to think about how many's with him; he thinks about himself, and how he might get clear of that wrath that's about to set down on him
Rooster Cogburn: We'll sleep here and follow in the morning. Mattie Ross: But we promised to bury the poor soul inside! Rooster Cogburn: Ground's too hard. If them men wanted a decent burial, they should have gotten themselves kilt in summer.
