Patton: [Patton is apologizing to the troops after the slapping incident] I thought I would stand here like this so you could see if I was really as big a son of a bitch as you think I am.
[coming upon a large gift box; it contains a TV] Mark Van Doren: Well, what do we have here? Party guest: Aftershave. Mark Van Doren: Aww.
Gale: Here you are sitting on your butt playing house with a... Don't get me wrong, H.I., a fine woman but one who seems like she needs one of those button-down types.
Joe Cox: [shouts] Ha HAA ha-ha HA! The wreckin' crew is here! Where IS that metallic mother... Clarence Boddicker: Zip it up, will you, man? Nothing fancy. Just kill him!
Tyrone C. Love: California, here we come. Harry Goldfarb: It's Florida, Ty. Florida. Tyrone C. Love: California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting a tan.
[Ray and Charlie are sitting at a duck pond. Ray is staring off into space] Charlie: Raymond, what are you looking at? The ducks are over here. What are you looking at? Raymond: I don't know.
Pancho Barnes: Why Yeager, you old bastard. Don't just stand there like some lonesome god-damn mouse-shit sheepherder. Get your ass over here and have a drink.
[last lines] Django: Hey, believe me, that story gets better when I tell it, okay? [laughs, then turns to someone off-screen] Django: Come on! Bring some food over here! We're starving!
Royal: Can we get somebody over here to kill these mice for us? Margot: No. They belong to Chas. Or anyway he invented them. Royal: Get him to stick them in a fucking cage or something.
Jack: Grace, you are a line staff. It's not your job to interpret tears. That's what our trained therapists are here for. Grace: Then your trained therapists don't know shit.
Doyle: If y'all don't shut up, I'm gonna go out of my mind. Besides, Karl here is liable to bust his spring. He's already off balance.
Nathan Landau: [about Sophie] When I first met this one here, she was a rag and a bone and a hank of hair. And that was a whole year-and-a-half after the Russians had liberated the camp she was in.
Colleen Goodwin: If you find the bomber, this second attack - the real attack, we think - can be prevented. We have very little time left. Out here, the clocks only move in one direction.
Doc: Shh! Not so loud. You'll wake her up. Grumpy: Ah, let her wake up! She don't belong here nohow!
Wendy Torrance: [to Jack] It's amazing how fast you get used to such a big place. I tell you, when we first came up here I thought it was kinda scary.
Rufus Ryker: [speaking of Joe Starrett] Tell him I'm a reasonable man. Tell him things have gone far enough. Tell him I'm beat. Tell him anything but, by Jupiter, get him here!
[Bond is chasing Silva who escaped, trying to open a door] James Bond: It won't open. Q: Of course it will, put your back into it. James Bond: Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?
George: Waking up begins with saying am and now. For the past eight months waking up has actually hurt. The cold realization that I am still here slowly sets in.
Warden Samuel Norton: I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.
Fat Ass: I don't belong here! I want to go home! I want my mother! Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!
Fat Ass: You don't understand, I'm not supposed to be here! Captain Hadley: I'm not gonna to count to three. I'm not even gonna count to one. You will shut the FUCK up or I'll sing you a lullaby!
