Col. Muska: [chasing Sheeta through the labyrinth] Sheeta, listen to me. Be reasonable! There's no way you can escape. Sheeta: [pounding on a door] Please! Open! Please! Col. Muska: No one can hear you. Only *I* can help you.
Captain: [over PA] Now hear this. We're in pursuit of a convoy being tracked by U-32. Expect contact at 1800 hours. That is all. [the crew cheers] Schwalle: We'll finally be able to get rid of these beauties! They're all ready for blast-off!
[after hearing Jeannie describe her problems... ] Boy in Police Station: There's someone you should talk to. Jeannie: If you say Ferris Bueller, you lose a testicle. Boy in Police Station: Oh, you know him?
Rawlins: The town is clean sir. Ain't no rebs here, just some women. Col. Montgomery: You hear that! Let's clear er out! [His men begin looting the town] Colonel Robert G. Shaw: What are you doing? Col. Montgomery: Liberating this town in the name of...
[Chunk and Sloth come across the out-of-control pipes] Chunk: Yeah. Mikey's been through here, all right. [Sloth grabs some pipes and pushes them up. He hears a car crash, a woman scream and sirens] Sloth: Uh-oh.
[about Malfoy] Ron: Listen to the idiot! He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? Harry: At least Hagrid didn't get fired. Hermione: Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.
Tibbs: Now listen, hear me good mama. Please. Don't make me have to send you to jail... There's white time in jail and there's colored time in jail. The worst kind of time you can do is colored time.
Lucy: [being observed] I want no other daddy but you. [turns to the glass] Lucy: [shouts] Did you hear that? I said I didn't want any other daddy but him. Why don't you write that down?
George: With every crash of every wave, I hear something now. I never listened before. I'm on the edge of a cliff, listening. Almost finished. [pause] George: If you were a house , Sam, this is where you would want to be built: on rock, facing the se...
Adult Simba: Tell them the truth! Scar: But Simba truth is in the eye of the behold... Scar: [Simba chokes him, he whispers] All right. All right. I did it. Adult Simba: So they can hear you! Scar: I killed Mufasa!
Banzai: But we gotta finish the job. Shenzi: Well, he's as good as dead out there anyway. And *if* he comes back, we'll kill him. Banzai: [calling out to Simba] Yeah! You hear that? If you ever come back, we'll kill ya!
Hawkeye: No, you submit, do you hear? You be strong, you survive... You stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you.
Jack Crabb: Sure, I'm white. Didn't you hear me say, "God bless George Washington. God bless my mother."? I mean, now what kind of Indian would say a fool thing like that?
Jean Valjean: God on high, hear my prayer. In my need, you have always been there. He is young, he's afraid. Let him rest, heaven blessed. Bring him home, bring him home. Bring him home.
Christian: [singing] The courtesan and sitar man are pulled apart by an evil plan... Satine: [singing] but in the end she hears his song... Christian: [singing] and their love is just too strong. The Duke: [singing] It's a little bit funny, this feel...
Rev. Harry Powell: I can hear you whisperin' children, so I know you're down there. I can feel myself gettin' awful mad. I'm out of patience children. I'm coming to find you now.
Bartender: [over the noise in the background] How's the game going? Rusty: Longest hour of my life. Bartender: [not hearing him] What? Rusty: I'm running away with your wife. Bartender: Great! [He grins and flashes Rusty a thumbs-up]
Robert Thorn: [ignoring Brennan's warnings about Damien] ... Now, I've heard you. I want you to hear me: I *never* want to see you again. Father Brennan: ...You'll see me in *hell*, Mr. Thorn. There, we will share out our sentence.
Cornelius: Well Taylor, we're all fugitives now. George Taylor: Do you have any weapons, any guns? Cornelius: The best, but we won't need them. George Taylor: I'm glad to hear it. I want one anyway.
Minister: [singing at pilot's funeral] Lord, guard and guide the men who fly through the great spaces in the sky. Be with them always in the air, in darkened storm or sunlight glare. O, hear us when we lift our prayer, for those in peril in the air. ...
Max Fischer: What was your major? Rosemary Cross: I didn't have a major, but my thesis was on Latin American economic policy. Max Fischer: Oh, that's interesting. Did you hear that they're not going to teach Latin anymore? Rosemary Cross: This was mo...
