Oliver Sansweet's Lawyer: Mr. Sansweet didn't ask to be saved. Mr. Sansweet didn't want to be saved. And the injuries received from Mr. Incredible's so-called "actions" cause him daily pain. Bob: [lunging towards Sansweet] Hey, I saved your life! Oli...
Mind Worker Cop Jake: So, you're saying your husband was blown away by an elephant. Was he with anyone? Mind Worker Cop Jake: Yes! And there she is! [Joy runs through the Cloud Woman, causing her to disappear] Mind Worker Cop Jake: Hey, come back her...
Jay: You're late again. Budd, can't you tell time? Budd: There ain't nobody in here, man. Larry Gomez: [voice; offscreen] Hey, Jay! Is Budd out there? Jay: [yells] Yeah. Larry Gomez: Tell him to get his fucking ass in here! Jay: Okay! [to Budd] Jay: ...
Po: [standing before a training dummy] Hey, what you got? You got nothing because I got it right here. You picking on my friends? Get ready to feel the thunder. Come out with the crazy feet. What you goin' to do about the crazy feet. I'm a blur! I'm ...
Guido: [being shipped to a concentration camp] You've never ridden on a train, have you? They're fantastic! Everybody stands up, close together, and there are no seats! Giosué Orefice: There aren't any seats? Guido: Seats? On a train? It's obvious y...
[Burch's cell phone rings; she reaches for it] Nick Rice: Hey, wait, you're gonna take that? After all the grief you've given me over cell phones? Judge Laura Burch: Well, that's one of the benefits of being a judge, Mr. Rice. I can... pretty much do...
[Timon and Zazu are cornered by hyenas] Timon: Please don't eat me. Pumbaa: Drop 'em! Banzai: Hey! Who's the pig? Pumbaa: Are you talkin' to me? Timon: Uh-oh, they called him a pig. Pumbaa: Are you talking to *me*? Timon: Ya shouldn't have done that....
Karen Clarke: Hey, listen, the war committee. What you have to do is you've got to look for the ten dullest-named committees happening out of the executive branch. Because Linton is not going to call it "The Big Horrible War Committee". He's gonna hi...
Mike: Hey, genius. Wanna know why I bought the car? Sulley: Not really. Mike: To drive it! You know, like on the street? With the honk-honk and the vroom-vroom, and the no walking involved? Sulley: Wah, wah, wah. Will you give it a rest, butterball? ...
Sean Devine: [on the phone with Lauren] Okay. "Hey Sean, how was your day?" Oh me? I'm tired of wishing things made sense. I'm tired of caring about some dead girl, and there's just gonna be another one after her. Sending killers to jail is just send...
O-Dog: Hey man, I was gonna tell you somethin' 'fore we went up in the house, man. Caine: What's up? O-Dog: Oh nigga, guess what? Word got back about them little marks who jacked you and Harold. I know were they be kickin' it at. Down with a 187? Cai...
Sheriff: Hey, partner. Sheriff: Hold on there, just a second. Sheriff: Where are you headed, there? Sheriff: Where are you headed up to? Sheriff: How are you doing there, bud? Sheriff: Huh? Are you okay? Sheriff: Where are you headed? Sheriff: You he...
[Frank Drebin is emptying out his files after being kicked off the force] Frank: Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent! Ed: He went to the chair two years ago, Frank. Frank: Well, uh... [Frank Drebin quickly sho...
Rod Lane: I had a hard-on this morning when I woke up, Tina... Had your name written all over it. Tina Gray: There's four letters in my name, Rod. How can there be enough room on your joint for four letters? [laughter] Rod Lane: Hey, up yours with a ...
Rock Biter: We can't wait for a snail. Can I carry you? Teeny Weeny: Don't worry, it's a racing snail! Rock Biter: Oh but, but, we can't even wait for a racing snail. Teeny Weeny: Tally ho! Rock Biter: Hey, it really is a racing snail! Night Hob: Nob...
Peter Gibbons: Hey, guys. Michael Bolton: What's up, G? Peter Gibbons: Want to go to Chotchkie's? Get some coffee? Samir: Oh, it's a little early. Peter Gibbons: I gotta get outta here. I think I'm gonna lose it. Female Temp: Uh-oh. Sounds like someb...
Homer: [gunshot in background] Hey Quentin! [another gunshot] Homer: That rocket had to have gone up at least 100 feet didn't it? Quentin: More like two hundred. [another gunshot] Homer: Goddammit. Homer: [another gunshot] Will you cut it out, Roy Le...
Christopher Gardner: Hey. Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something. Not even me. All right? Christopher: All right. Christopher Gardner: You got a dream... You gotta protect it. People can't do somethin' themselves, they wanna tell ...
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Goddamn! Shew. Buddy buddy-buddy-buddy-buddy. I've seen some bad-ass bush before, man, but nothin' like this. Blain: I hear ya. This shit's somethin'. Makes Cambodia look like Kansas. Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey, que pasa, amigo? Litt...
Samuel Stote: What's a misanthrope, Arthur? Two Bob: Some bugger who fuckin' hates every other bugger. Samuel Stote: Hey, I didn't ask you, you black bastard Arthur Burns: He's right Samuel. A misanthrope is one who hates humanity. Samuel Stote: Is t...
Patrick: Hey, Sam. Sam: Question. Could the bathrooms here be anymore disgusting? Patrick: Yes, they call it the men's room. Sam: So, I finally got a hold of Bob. Patrick: Party tonight? Sam: He's still trying to shag that waitress from the Olive Gar...
