Stoick: When we crack this mountain open, all hell is going to break loose. Gobber: And my undies. Good thing I brought extras.
Bill Steiner: Hey I think someone just shot a torpedo at us! Capt. Bart Mancuso: No shit, Buckwheat, now get the hell out of here!
[after Jack has just arrived at the Central Intelligence Agency] Admiral James Greer: Jesus! You look like hell!
Tom Stall: [about Jack beating up Bobby] What the hell were you thinking? Jack Stall: I wasn't thinking. Tom Stall: Obviously not.
Crapgame: [Crapgame finds a mine in the minefield] Hey! I found one! Big Joe: What kind is it? Crapgame: The kind that blows up! How the Hell do I know what kind it is?
Keith: [to Walter Miles] I'll whip her into shape. Natalie: [to Keith] Who the hell do you think you are? Keith: Who do YOU think I am?
Mrs. Big Nose: [trying to hear Jesus' sermon on the mount] Oh, it's blessed are the MEEK! Oh, I'm glad they're getting something, they have a hell of a time.
Herb Brooks: When you pull on that jersey, you represent yourself and your teammates. And the name on the front is a hell of alot more important than the one on the back! Get that through your head!
Lt. Col. Charles R. Codman: Shall I call the artist back sir? Patton: To hell with it. Nobody wants to see a picture of me, I'm mad! Didn't you know that?
Gus Grissom: I did NOT do anything wrong. The hatch just BLEW. It was a GLITCH. It was a- a TECHNICAL MALFUNCTION. Why in hell won't anyone believe me?
[Introducing his play "Heaven and Hell"] Max Fischer: Also, you'll find a pair of safety glasses and some earplugs under your seats. Please feel free to use them.
Max Fischer: [during his play "Heaven and Hell"] Maybe We'll meet again someday... [holds up a peace sign] Max Fischer: When the fighting stops.
Joe Adams: You don't have to talk to Ray, you're talking to me. Fathead Newman: I'll talk to whoever I damn well please and it sure as hell ain't you.
[the jukebox starts playing a love song after Liz has broken up with Shaun] Ed: Who the hell put this on? Shaun: [tearfully] It's on random.
Mark: What the hell is this? Seth: I don't fucking - it's detergent! Mark: Yeah, what are you doing with it? Seth: ...I got fucking blood on my pants.
[Tommy and Red are talking about Andy] Tommy Williams: What's he in here for, anyway? Red: Murder. Tommy Williams: [Impressed] The hell you say!
Gen. George C. Marshall: That boy is alive. We are gonna send somebody to find him. And we are gonna get him the Hell... outta there.
The Operative: Do you know what your sin is Mal? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Ah Hell... I'm a fan of all seven. But right now... I'm gonna have to go with wrath.
[Kenny is falling into Hell, where he encounters the damned] George Burns: Hey, fuckface. Have you seen Gracie?
Han Solo: [after Leia blasts a vent] What the hell are you doing? Princess Leia Organa: Well somebody has to save our skins. Into the garbage, fly-boy!
Garry: You reach anybody, yet? Windows: Reach anybody? We're a thousand miles from nowhere, man, and it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better!
