Motor Pool Sergeant: [Hawkeye and Duke make off in a stolen Jeep] Get on the horn! Get that son of a bitch! He just stole my Jeep! [Driver runs past him, spilling his coffee] Motor Pool Sergeant: Hey! Watch what the hell you're doing, will you?
Johnny: Hey, come on, Barb. Church was this morning. [pause as lightning is seen] Johnny: I mean, prayin's for church. Barbara: I haven't seen you in church lately. Johnny: Well, there's not much sense in my going to church.
Nancy: Help! I've got him! Hey, Daddy! I've Got him trapped! Help! Where are you? Sgt. Parker: Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's under control! Nancy: Get my dad, you asshole!
Roy Lee: Are you sure we need this nozzle thing? Quentin: Are you kidding? The nozzle is the most important part - it directs the flow of the hot gases! Roy Lee: Hey, cool it, Quentin! Man, talkin' 'bout your 'hot gases'...
Cheyenne: Harmonica, a town built around a railroad. [laughs] Cheyenne: You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands. Harmonica: They call them "millions." Cheyenne: "Millions." Hmm.
Lance: Hey, whattya think about Trudi? She ain't got a boyfriend. You wanna hang out, get high? Vincent: Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit in her face? Lance: No, that's Jody. That's my wife.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey Dillon. [Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees] Dillon: [Mac takes a blade puts it on Dillon's back, Dillon spins around, his gun aimed but then sees a scorpion on the end of the blade] Thanks! Sergeant Mac Eliot:...
[performing in the play] Doc Goebbels: Danke schön, mein Führer. Lorenzo St. DuBois: Hey, you're a German. Doc Goebbels: We're all Germans. Lorenzo St. DuBois: That's right. [gasps] Lorenzo St. DuBois: That means we CANNOT attack Germany.
Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man. Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden? Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.
Susanna: You use me, you use Raymond, you use everybody. Charlie: Using Raymond? Hey Raymond, am I using you? Am I using you Raymond? Raymond: Yeah. Charlie: Shut up! He is answering a question from a half hour ago!
[Donkey thinks he's dying] The Donkey: Hey, where're you going? Oh man, I can't feel my toes! [Looks down and yelps] The Donkey: I don't have any toes! [sits down] The Donkey: I think I need a hug.
[Andy is comforting a sobbing Brooks after he held a knife to Heywood's neck] Heywood: Hey, what about me? Crazy old fool goddamn near cut my throat! Red: Aw Heywood, you've had worse from shaving!
Johnny Hooker: Hey, where's June? Loretta: She quit. I'm filling in for a couple of days, till I can get a train outta here. Johnny Hooker: Yeah? Where ya going? Loretta: I don't know. Depends on which train I get on.
Kyle: Hey, Mole, be careful. The Mole: Careful? Was my mother careful when she stabbed me in the heart with a clothes hanger while I was still in the womb? Stan: Man, that kid is fucked up!
Rex: [Rex is running to catch up with the toy car Barbie is driving] Hey guys! Wait for me! [he trips and falls face first into the backseat] Tour guide Barbie: Remain seated, please! Permanecer sentados, por favor!
[last lines] Higgins: Hey, Turner! How do you know they'll print it? You can take a walk. But how far if they don't print it? Joe Turner: They'll print it. Higgins: How do you know?
[Howard eats, while Dobbs and Curtin snooze] Howard: Hey you fellas, how 'bout some beans? You want some beans? Goin' through some mighty rough country tomorrow, you'd better have some beans.
Fred C. Dobbs: Hey, if there was gold in them mountains, how long would it have been there? Millions and millions of years, wouldn't it? What's our hurry? A couple of days, more or less, ain't gonna make a difference.
Detective Hal Vukovich: That guy Silberman cracks me up. Last week, he had this guy in here that burned his Afghan. He screwed it first and then he set it on fire... Lieutenant Ed Traxler: [interrupts] Hey, shut up.
[Mr. Potato Head rearranges his facial features crazily] Mr. Potato Head: Hey, Hamm. Look, I'm Picasso! Hamm: I don't get it. Mr. Potato Head: You uncultured swine! What're you lookin' at, ya hockey puck?
Mr. Potato Head: Hey, a laser! How come *you* don't have a laser, Woody? Woody: It's not a laser! It's a... [sighs in frustration] Woody: It's a little light bulb that blinks. Hamm: What's with him? Mr. Potato Head: Laser envy.
