Clark: Burn some dust here. Eat my rubber. Rusty Griswold: Dad, I think you mean burn rubber and eat my dust. Clark: Whatever, Russ. Whatever.
Wikus Van De Merwe: [in Christopher's ship] This whole's thing's under your shack? For 20 years, you've had this fookin' thing hidden out here? This is, this is very illegal, I mean, this is... this is a fine.
Wikus Van De Merwe: [Points out Alien graffiti] This is basically a guy, and there's 3 humans here, basically trying to make a warning, you know, saying "I kill 3 humans, watch out for me."
Lt. Werner: What's going on? Why are we diving? 2nd Lieutenant: Hydrophone check. At sea, even in a storm you can hear more down here than you can see up there.
[last lines] [La Rochelle is under attack. Werner and the crew take refuge in the U-boat bunker; several of the men are injured] 1st Lieutenant: Come over here! We need help! Schwalle: Medic! Medic!
Clint: I only came here to do two things, kick some ass and drink some beer. [glances over his shoulder] Clint: Looks like we're almost outta beer.
[Fran and Stephen are observing from the roof of the mall] Francine Parker: What are they doing? Why do they come here? Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
Minister: [to Lebel] Remember, Commissioner, you have full powers in this investigation, and the resources of every department represented here are entirely at your disposal. My instructions are simply: no publicity, and do not fail.
[Lebel arrives at the Nice hotel, but finds the Jackal gone] Lebel: Very strange. He was booked in here for two days, then just after eleven he suddenly asks for his bill and leaves...
Ed: No matter what disasters may occur in other parts of the world... or whatever petty little problems arise in Atlanta... no one can find us up here. Good night, Lewis.
Miss Hattie: I'm here for the girls. I recieved a call that you wanted to return them. And also, I did purchase a Spanish dictionary. [Hits Gru with dictionary] Miss Hattie: I didn't like what you said.
Standard: You know, we're here celebrating but it's a shameful thing... what I did. And I have a lot of making up to do to everyone. But second chances are rare. Right? And that's worth celebrating.
Calvin Candie: Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen, and you, you old decrepit bastard are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?
Zeus: Dial 911. Tell the police to get up here quick. Somebody's about to get killed. And get your butts to school, you hear me? Raymond: [casually] Yeah. Dexter: Yeah.
Elliot: You could be happy here, I could take care of you. I wouldn't let anybody hurt you. We could grow up together, E.T.
Ash: [to his freshly sawn-off possessed hand] Here's your new home. [Ash places a bucket and a bunch of books on it to trap the hand, the top book reads "A Farewell to Arms"]
[Clementine is trying to comfort baby Joel by showing him her crotch] Clementine: My crotch is still here, just as you remembered it. Joel: Yuck!
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: [Reading a review] Look, he's got some nice things to say here. "The soldiers' costumes are very realistic." That's positive! Bunny Breckinridge: Rave of the century.
Teasle: [noting dirty American flag patch on Rambo's ragged military jacket] You know, wearing that flag on that jacket, looking the way you do, you're asking for trouble around here, friend.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: The son of a bitch is here. I saw him. I'm gonna get him. [Popeye presses his search of the abandoned crematorium] Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Son of a bitch.
Bruce: Now there goes a father. Looking for his little boy. [starts crying] Bruce: I never knew my father! Anchor: Come on, group hug. Chum: We're all mates here, mate.
