John Doe: I visited your home this morning after you'd left. I tried to play husband. I tried to taste the life of a simple man. It didn't work out, so I took a souvenir... her pretty head.
[heading into a cave on a large asteroid] Princess Leia: I hope you know what you're doing. Han Solo: Yeah, me too.
Hector the Toad: You want to give me the cash, or do I kill your brother first, before I kill you? Tony Montana: Why don't you try sticking your head up your ass? See if it fits.
Medic Wade: We stopped the bleeding! We stopped the bleeding! [a bullet hits the patient in the head] Medic Wade: Fuck! Just give us a fucking chance you son of a bitch! You son of a fucking cocksucker!
Frank Serpico: You stupid fuck! You didn't know me? You fired without a warning, without a fucking brain in your head? Oh, shit. If I buy one, motherfucker, I ain't buying it from you.
[Woody explains his newfound past to his old friends] Woody: Oh, you should have seen it. There was a record player. And a yo-yo. Buzz, I was a yo-yo! Mr. Potato Head: [to Hamm] WAS?
[Woody goes to the yard sale] Mr. Potato Head: Where is he going? He's nuts! Slinky Dog: His arm ain't that bad! Rex: Don't do it, Woody! We love you!
Mr. Potato Head: Remember all that bad stuff I said about Andy's attic? I take it all back. Slinky Dog: Ya darn-tootin' Hamm the Piggy Bank: You said it!
Mr. Potato Head: [after spending the night in the daycare sandbox] It was cold and dark, nothing but sand and a couple of Lincoln Logs. Hamm the Piggy Bank: Eh... I don't think those were Lincoln Logs.
SWAT Team Leader: You, in the window! Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head! Police Helicopter Pilot: [the Terminator starts firing minigun] Shit! That's a damn minigun!
Begbie: [In Renton's head, under his bedsheets] Well, this is a good fucking laugh, ain't it? You sweat that shite out of your system. 'Cause if I come back and it's still here... I'll fucking kick it out. Okay?
Lori: Doug, honey... you wouldn't hurt me, would you, sweetheart? Sweetheart, be reasonable. After all, we're married! [Lori goes for her gun, Quaid shoots her in the head, killing her] Douglas Quaid: Consider that a divorce!
Little Bill Daggett: I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house. Will Munny: Deserve's got nothin' to do with it. Little Bill Daggett: I'll see you in hell William Munny. Will Munny: ...Yeah... Will Munny: [Shoots Little Bill in...
Roger Rabbit: Jumpin' Jeepers. Benny the Cab: Hey Roger, what do you call the middle of a song? Roger Rabbit: Gee, I don't know [sees that they're heading for... ] Roger Rabbit: A BRIDGE!
To become a doctor, you spend so much time in the tunnels of preparation - head down, trying not to screw up, trying to make it from one day to the next - that it is a shock to find yourself at the other end, with someone shaking your hand and asking...
I think we are all interested in end-times ideas and also in the current climate that we are all living in, where money is a little harder to come by, things continue to get expensive; gas prices are not too far from people's heads. There are more an...
Just by nature, I think in comedy. I think in sketches and what have you. In every drama or action movie I've been in, I have to make a concerted effort not to turn it into a comedy. Every shot, before action is called and after cut is called, I'm us...
In our story logic which we're making up, if we're saying he's alive, then like a quadriplegic who's in bed he can move his head and shoulders, but he can't move his arms. If he could just turn on that power to his legs and arms, the nerves could get...
I don't like to have a calm, orderly, quiet place to work. I often compose while driving, compose in my head. It is true that I wrote my little book, 'The Sounds of Poetry, A Brief Guide,' almost entirely in airplanes and airport departure lounges.
Taste is one of the five senses, and the man who tells us with priggish pride that he does not care what he eats is merely boasting of his sad deficiency: he might as well be proud of being deaf or blind, or, owing to a perpetual cold in the head, of...
If I had not been dyslexic, I wouldn't have needed sports. I would have been like every other kid. Instead, I found my one thing, and I was never going to let go of it. That little dyslexic kid is always in the back of your head.
