Edward R. Murrow: [about O'Brian accusing Hollenbeck of being a leftist] Oh, forget it, no one worth their salt reads O'Brian. Don Hollenbeck: You read him. Edward R. Murrow: See? I rest my case.
Percy Wetmore: [after finding Mr. Jingles alive after he steps on him] You switched 'em. You switched 'em somehow, you bastards. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Yeah I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet for occasions such as this.
Gandhi: [in South Africa] You mean you can appoint Mr. Baker as your attorney but you can't walk down the street with him? Kahn: Well, I can, but I risk being kicked into the gutter by someone less holy than Mr. Baker.
Major Franklin: Pappadimos, have you got your silencer? Pvt. Spyros Pappadimos: Yes. Major Franklin: Then use it. Shoot the laundry boy. Maj. Baker: Are you crazy? Major Franklin: And if the Major gets in your way, shoot him too. That's an order.
Olivia: [yelling at dogs] Alright! Everybody down! Who wants to eat? Do you want to eat? Then get the fuck off him! [to Andrew] Olivia: I'm so sorry. We just don't have the time to train them. Who's got the time to train them?
[as Monk McGinn runs for Sheriff] Boss Tweed: That man was right born for this. Amsterdam Vallon: He's killed 44 men, and laid low a couple hundred more. Boss Tweed: Is that right? We should have run him for mayor.
[Tonks and Ron arrive at the Burrow] Nymphadora Tonks: Deserves that. Brilliant, he was. Wouldn't be standing here without him. Hermione Granger: Really? Ron Weasley: Always the tone of surprise.
Kingsley Shacklebolt: [pointing his wand at Lupin] The last words that Albus Dumbledore said to the pair of us. Remus Lupin: "Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."
Bellatrix Lestrange: [to Draco] Don't be shy sweetie, come over. Now if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure.
Ollivander: He's after you, Mr. Potter. You really don't stand a chance. Harry Potter: I suppose I'll have to kill him before he finds me.
Harry: He was their friend, and he betrayed them. He was their *friend*! I hope he finds me! Cause when he does, I'm gonna be ready. When he does, I'm gonna kill him!
Hermione: [after Hagrid gives Ron Scabbers back] I think you owe someone an apology. Ron: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know. Hermione: [annoyed] I meant me!
Kate McCallister: [while on the phone, Kevin jumps onto the bed] No, we're not bringing the dog. We took him to the kennel... Hey, hey! Get off. Kevin, out of the room! Kevin McCallister: Hang up the phone and make me, why don't you?
Alan: Have you got a cop called Vodka? Superintendant Pang: He's called Tequila. He's a tough cop. Alan: I don't care who he is, tell him to back off. He'll ruin everything. Do you want to go to another funeral!
[Professor McGonagall demonstrates a waltz with Ron as her partner] Professor McGonagall: One-two-three, one-two-three... Harry: [aside] You're never gonna let him forget this, are you? Fred, George: [shaking their heads] Never.
[referring to Professor Moody] Ron: Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with him. But he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye! Hermione: [darkly] There's a reason those curses a...
Helen: I don't understand you. No matter what you say. If Kane was my man, I'd never leave him like this. I'd get a gun. I'd fight. Amy: Why don't you? Helen: He is not my man. He's yours.
Jeffrey Pelt: You slammed the door on the General pretty hard, didn't you? Jack Ryan: That was not my intention. Jeffrey Pelt: Oh, yes, it was! He was patronizing you, and you stomped on him! And in my opinion, he deserved it!
Captain Ramius: Steer right until this reads three one five. Capt. Bart Mancuso: [to Ryan] No, that's wrong! Don't turn that goddamn wheel! Captain Ramius: [Ryan looks back over at him] Three one five.
[looking at a recently-hatched dragon] Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! Hallo, Norbert! Harry: Norbert? Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?
Harry: You! No, it can't be. Snape, he - he was the... Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
