Sam Spade: Haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning and asking a lot of fool questions? Lt. Dundy: And gettin' a lot of lyin' answers! Sam Spade: Take it easy.
Zakir Khan: [to TV cameras] The question over here is, not why he's trying to meet the President. The question is, what's wrong in an ordinary citizen wanting to meet the President of his country? Or is it just wrong for a Muslim man to even try?
Mulan: You're, um... Mushu: Intimidating? Awe-inspiring? Mulan: Tiny. Mushu: Of course. I'm travel-size for your convenience. If I was my real size, your cow here would die of fright. [Khan snaps at Mushu] Mushu: Down, Bessie.
Imperial scout: The Emperor will stop you. Shan-Yu: Stop me? He invited me. [clutching the scout and holding him aloft] Shan-Yu: By building his wall he challenged my strength. Well, I'm here to play his game.
Nola Rice: [from trailer] I don't think this is a good idea. You shouldn't have followed me here. Christopher "Chris" Wilton: Do you feel guilty? Nola Rice: Do you? [they kiss]
[last lines] Jack Walsh: You wouldn't happen to have change of a thousand, would ya? Cab Driver: What are you, a comedian? Get out of here, ya bum! Jack Walsh: Well, looks like I'm walkin'.
Kris Kringle: Oh, Christmas isn't just a day, it's a frame of mind... and that's what's been changing. That's why I'm glad I'm here, maybe I can do something about it.
Doris: Would you please tell her that you're not really Santa Claus, that actually is no such person? Kris Kringle: Well, I hate to disagree with you, but not only IS there such a person, but here I am to prove it.
Cypher: I know what you're thinking, 'cause right now I'm thinking the same thing. Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn't I take the BLUE pill?
Eve Kendall: How do I know you aren't a murderer? Roger Thornhill: You don't. Eve Kendall: Maybe you're planning to murder me right here, tonight. Roger Thornhill: Shall I? Eve Kendall: Please do.
Barbara Covett: Here come the local pubescent proles. The future plumbers, shop assistants, and doubtless the odd terrorist too. In the old days, we confiscated cigarettes and wank mags. Now it's knives and crack cocaine. And they call it progress.
Diana Christensen: Well Max, here we are: Middle-aged man reaffirming his middle-aged manhood, and a terrified young woman with a father complex. What sort of script do you think we can make out of this?
Clark: [after being in the desert for too long, Clark begins to go insane] Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Dead. I'm dead. Taxi! Here boy! The heat. Darn. I'm dead. I'm finished. Hot! Hot!
McMurphy: Koufax looks down! He's looking at the great Mickey Mantle now! Here comes the pitch! Mantle swings! It's a fucking home run! [loud cheering from the patients]
Homer: Man, we should be trying to get into that science fair instead of sitting around here like a bunch of hillbillies. Roy Lee: Well, I got some real sad news for you Homer. We *are* a bunch of hillbillies.
Pappy O'Daniel: I'll press your flesh, you dimwitted sumbitch! You don't tell your pappy how to court the electorate. We ain't one-at-a-timin' here. We're MASS communicating!
Grace: So you say you know this house well? Mrs. Mills: Like the back of my hand, that is assuming the walls haven't sprouted legs and moved in the meantime. Grace: The only thing that moves here is the light, but it changes everything.
Joey Pinero: See this lot here? This lot used to be houses. In fact, there was a house over there on the corner where I kissed my first girl friend. Got her pregnant, too. Marty: Hell of a kiss, Joey.
Martin Frohm: What would you say if man walked in here with no shirt, and I hired him? What would you say? Christopher Gardner: He must have had on some really nice pants.
Sister Hildegarde: The Lord Jesus Christ will be my judge - not the likes of you. Martin Sixsmith: Really? Because I think if Jesus was here right now he'd tip you out of that fucking wheelchair - and you wouldn't get up and walk.
Rhah: Elias didn't ask you to fight his battles for him. And if there's a heaven, and, God, I hope there is, I know he's sitting up there drunk as a fucking monkey and smoking shit, 'cause he done left his pains down here.
