Queen Mary: When I look at you I see nothing of the king, only that whore, your mother. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head. Elizabeth: Your Majesty forgets he was also my father.
Night Porter: [to Treves] Only Mothershead can sack me now. [unknown to the night porter, Mothershead is behind him, she who proceeds to clobber him over the head, rendering him unconscious] Mothershead: [in a satisfied voice] Done!
[Father Cornelius confides in a bartender] Priest Vito Cornelius: I know she's made to be strong, but she's also so fragile, so human. Know what I mean? [Robot bartender shakes its head]
Richard Nixon: [Watching Frost head for his car] You mean to say he just paid me two hundred grand for a visit? Jack Brennan: Yeah. Richard Nixon: Huh. If I'd known that I would invited him for tea.
Sean: [yelling at Gerald] And why does he hang out with those retarded gorillas, as you called them? Because any one of them, if he asked them to, would take a fucking bat to your head, okay? It's called loyalty.
[Mikey calls for a bathroom break] Mikey: Okay, this is the little boys' room, and that cave over there is the little girls' room. [Brandon heads to a different cave] Mikey: Brand, where're you going? Brandon Walsh: This is the *men's* room.
Ramadhir Singh: Every fucker's got his own movie playing inside his head. Every fucker is trying to become the hero of his imaginary film. As long as there are fucking movies in this country people will continue to be fooled.
Stan Shunpike: Take her away, Ern. Shrunken Head: [With a Jamaican accent] Yeah, take it away, Ernie! Fasten your safety belts, clench your buttocks! It's going be a bumpy ride!
Legolas: [after Thranduil decapitates Narzug] Why did you do that? You promised to set him free. Thranduil: And I did. I freed his wretched head from his miserable shoulders.
Uncle Billy: [drunk] Where's my hat? Where's my hat? [George takes it off Billy's head and hands it to him] Uncle Billy: Oh, oh thankyou, George. Which is mine? George Bailey: The middle one.
[on being introduced to Terence, the head of the Downing Street staff] Prime Minister: I had an uncle called Terence once. Hated him. I think he was a pervert. But I very much like the look of you.
Clyde Shelton: I'm just getting started. I'm gonna pull the whole thing down. I gonna bring the whole fuckin' diseased corrupt temple down on your heads. It's gonna be Biblical.
Writer: Have I forgotten anything? Adult Pi Patel: I think you set the stage. So far we have an Indian boy named after a French swimming pool on a Japanese ship full of animals heading to Canada.
Eddie: I got laid off when they closed that asbestos factory, and wouldn't you know it, the army cuts my disability pension because they said that the plate in my head wasn't big enough.
Del: You're in a pretty lousy mood, huh? Neal: To say the least. Del: You ever travel by bus before? [Neal shakes his head] Del: Hmm. Your mood's probably not going to improve much.
Jigo: Give the head back now? Come on, boy. Don't be silly. Now, when the sun's about to come up? Look! He's a brainless, life-sucking god of death. At sunrise he'll vanish like a bad dream.
Flora: She says no. She says she'd rather be boiled alive by natives than get back on your stinkin' tub. Head Seaman: You be damn fortuned I don't smack your puppy gob, young missy. Damn lucky!
Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump] Dinah Lord: What's wrong? Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.
Fortune: You got your head so far up your ass about that damn football team, you don't get the fact that you just got a year of top quality education! Waste? Quit wasting my time!
Joe Bradley: Now, come on. You're not that drunk. Princess Ann: [laughing] If you're so smart I'm not drunk at all. I'm just being [her head falls against his chest] Princess Ann: verrrrry haaaappy...
[Sullivan has a gun to Kelly's head] Jack Kelly: Think, Mike. Don't be stupid. I'm just the messenger. Michael Sullivan: [lowers his gun] Then give Mr. Rooney a message for me. Jack Kelly: What is it? [Sullivan shoots him]
