Clark: [realizes his bonus is a jelly-club membership] If this isn't the biggest bag-over-the-head, punch-in-the-face I ever got, GOD DAMN IT! [kicks widly at the presents under the tree]
Lord Victor Quartermaine: No one beats Victor Quartermain! Lady Campanula Tottington: Is that so? [Hits Victor over the head with her giant carrot] Lady Campanula Tottington: Consider yourself dumped.
[Agent Lucy sends Gru, completely soaked and with a starfish stuck to his head, out of the car trunk of her spy car] Gru: [weakly] Pins and needles!
Pink: I may play ball next fall, but I will never sign that. Now me and my loser friends are gonna head out to buy Aerosmith tickets. Top priority of the summer.
Olaf: You guys go and I'll distract him. [Kristoff and Anna leave, as do Olaf's feet and torso] Olaf: No, no! Not you guys! [Olaf's head falls to the ground] Olaf: This just got a lot more complicated.
Chunk: whats all the stuff in the attic? Mikey: It has something to do with my dad being the assistant curly, curny. Brandon Walsh: [smacking Mikey on the back of the head] Curator. Mikey: That's what I said.
Dr. Dakota Block: I want you to to take this gun, and if anyone comes to the door who's not me, I want you to shoot them. Shoot them in the head - just like in your video games.
Andrew Largeman: It was nice meeting you. Sam: You didn't. I'm Sam. Andrew Largeman: [shakes hand] Andrew. Sam: Nice to meet you. Good luck with your head.
[while hurtling through London in the Knight Bus] Harry: But the Muggles! Can't they see us? Stan Shunpike: Muggles? They don't see nothing, do they? Shrunken Head: No, but if you jab them with a fork, they feel it! [laughs]
[Nicholas is giving a talk to a group of school children] Nicholas Angel: Are there any questions? [Danny is sitting at the back of a group] Danny Butterman: Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up?
Mike Wallace: [to Hezbollah Head Gunman] What the hell do you think I am? A 78 year-old assassin? You think I'm gonna karate him to death with this notepad?
Esteban Vihaio: Bill shot you in the head, no? The Bride: Yes. Esteban Vihaio: I would've been much nicer. I would've just cut your face.
[having just sung the words "Love is all around me" instead of "Christmas is all around me" yet again] Billy Mack: Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!
Gary: I've just spent 120 quid on me hair. If you think I'm puttin a stockin over me head you're very much mistaken.
Ed: You're a musician? Fred Madison: Yeah. Al: What's your axe? Fred Madison: Tenor. Tenor saxophone. Do you... Al: [shakes his head and point at his ear] Tone deaf.
Karen Clarke: Linton has set up a secret war committee. I just know it. I mean, Linton is an absolute lunatic, Liza. He is dangerous. The voices in his head are now sing barbershop together.
Roger Murtaugh: [about Rianne's date] The one with the pits in his face? Rianne Murtaugh: Those are dimples! Roger Murtaugh: Those are pits. When he smiles, I can see through his head.
Peachy Carnehan: They're savages here, one and all. Leave 'em to go back to slaughterin' babes, and playin' stickball with each other's heads, and pissin' on their neighbors.
Sam: Sometimes I stick leaves on my hair. It helps cool your head down. Suzy: Hmm. That's a good idea. It might also help if you didn't wear a fur hat.
Caption: It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered... to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.
Professor Henry Higgins: [singing] Women are irrational, that's all there is to that! Their heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags. They're nothing but exasperating, irritating, vacillating, calculating, agitating, maddening and infuriating hags!
