Dr. Alan Grant: You got any kids? Dr. Ian Malcolm: Me? Oh, hell yeah, three. I love kids. Anything at all can and does happen. Same with wives, for that matter. Dr. Alan Grant: You're married? Dr. Ian Malcolm: Occaissionally. Yeah, I'm always on the ...
Dr. Alan Grant: [Dr. Grant enters his mobile trailer home and sees John Hammond in his fridge] What the hell do you think you're doing in here? [John pops open a bottle of champagne. The cork comes flying at Grant and he ducks] Dr. Alan Grant: Hey, w...
Ray Arnold: [taking over Dennis Nedry's terminal which is covered in junk food wrappers] Look at this work station! [pushes the trash on the floor] Ray Arnold: What a complete slob! Muldoon: The raptor fences aren't out, are they? Ray Arnold: No, no....
[Hub and Garth are getting ready to shoot at a traveling salesman] Walter: Why not see what he's sellin'? Hub: What the hell for? Walter: Well what's the good of having all that money if you're never gonna spend it? Garth: Could be the kid has a poin...
Frank Booth: Don't be a good neighbor to her. I'll send you a love letter, Frank Booth: [shouting] straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, you're fuc...
Archivist: In your Revelation, you spoke of the consequences of an individual's life rippling through eternity. Does this mean that you believe in an afterlife? In a heaven or a hell? Sonmi-451: I believe death is only a door. When it closes, another...
Jay: Yeah. Silent Bob, you're a rude motherfucker, you know that? But you're cute as hell. I could go down on you, suck you, line up three other guys, make like a circus seal. [Jay makes a rude head gesture and car horn honks] Jay: Ewww, you fucking ...
[about halfway through the film; Nicky has just calmed Ginger down after Lester was beat up by her husband's thugs] Nicky Santoro: [about her drinking] And take it easy with this shit, will you? I mean, this can only make matters worse. You're a beau...
Dreyfus: [addressing the crowd] We've been through hell together! We spent four years, FOUR YEARS fighting that virus, and then another four fighting each other! It was chaos... But you all know what we're up against. And I want you to know, it's not...
John Milton: There's this beautiful girl just fucked me forty ways from Sunday... we're done, she's walking to the bathroom, she's trying to walk, she turns... she looks... it's me. Not the Trojan army just fucked her. Little ol' me. She has this loo...
Roman: [an armed UAV is in pursuit of the car in which are Tej, Roman and Ramsey] First a tank, then a plane, now we got a spaceship? Tej: That's not a spaceship, that's a drone. Roman: Oh, it's a drone? Now you're gonna be articulate and break it do...
Percy Wetmore: Hell raiser? He look more like a limp noodle to me. Hey! [to a doped Wild Bill] Percy Wetmore: You've been declared competent, son, 'know what that means? 'Means you gonna ride the lightning. Ha ha. Dean Stanton: Percy, will you shut u...
Harry Potter: We have to go there, now. Hermione Granger: What? We can't do that! We've got to plan! We've got to figure it out... Harry Potter: Hermione! When have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose!
Stacey Bridges, Outlaw: Now, Morg. You just give us the combination to that safe in the mining office and we'll slip right in, get the money that's owed us and slip right back out again. Morgan Allen: [dying] I wouldn't give you the combination to th...
Pvt. Little Joe: It's Mulligan. Big Joe: It's Mulligan! What the hell does he want? Pvt. Little Joe: He says he's sorry. Big Joe: [muttering] Sorry son of a bitch. [exits] Pvt. Little Joe: [into the radio] Mulligan, Big Joe's a little upset right now...
George: I put a gun to my father's head once. Ever think like that? He was passed out. Had just been yelling at my mom over nothing. Under-cooked meat. I went to my room, I held the barrel right up to his ear, and then I chickened out again. Of cours...
Marcus Luttrell: I think we're about fixin' to get into a pretty good gunfight. Michael Murphy: Copy that. Marcus Luttrell: Looks like I voted wrong. Michael Murphy: Negative. We just got the opportunity to make hell *fucking* strong contact with our...
Frank Bailey: [sniffs Goatee] Hell! You even startin' to smell like a nigger, Jew boy. Goatee: [to his passengers] Don't worry. We'll be all right. Frank Bailey: Sure you will, nigger lover. Floyd Swilley: He seen your face. That's not good him seein...
Mayor Tilman: [talking to a reporter] If the entire Secret Service couldn't protect the President of the United States, how the HELL are *we* supposed to protect a few negroes! It is nothing more than some poor white trash drinking too much cheap alc...
Max Schumacher: We could make a series of it. "Suicide of the Week." Aw, hell, why limit ourselves? "Execution of the Week." Howard Beale: "Terrorist of the Week." Max Schumacher: I love it. Suicides, assassinations, mad bombers, Mafia hitmen, automo...
Aunt Edna: Why don't you just ask him for the money, Eddie? He sure as Hell can't take a hint. Cousin Eddie: Well, I didn't want to ask you, Clark, you know, but could you maybe spare a little extra cash? Clark: Sure, Eddie, how much do you need? Cou...
