The Joker: And now, folks, it's time for "Who do you trust!" Hubba, hubba, hubba! Money, money, money! Who do you trust? Me? I'm giving away free money. And where is the Batman? HE'S AT HOME WASHING HIS TIGHTS!
Charles: Delia Deetz, welcome home. Delia: [being kissed] Charles... Charles: It's okay, there's no damage. See? It's okay. A good sturdy comfy craftsmanship. And look at that kitchen. You're finally gonna be able to cook a decent meal.
The social issues outside of football are not as defined as they were earlier, when integration took place and certain rights were legislated. The Civil Rights movement is over. Individuals can buy homes wherever they want, travel first class whereve...
Sally: Of course, I may bring a boyfriend home occasionally, but only occasionally, because I do think that one ought to go to the man's room if one can. I mean, it doesn't look so much as if one expected it, does it?
Frank Abagnale Sr.: Do you know what would happen if the IRS found out I was driving around in a new coupe? I took the train here, Frank. I'm taking the train home.
Lorbeer: I only give the food to the women, Mr. Black. Women make the homes, men just make wars... and hooch. Adam was God's first draft - He got it right with Eve. Tell that to your readers, Mr. Black.
Coraline Jones: Wybie's got a cat like you at home. Not the quiet Wybie, the one that talks too much. You must be the Other Cat. Cat: [speaking for the first time] No... I'm not the other anything. I'm me.
Ellen: Clark, I think it'd be best if everyone went home... before things get worse. Clark: WORSE? How could things get any worse? Take a look around here, Ellen. We're at the threshold of hell.
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [about a boy who was sent home with a bloody nose] He's a fidgety boy. He will do anything to get out of his seat. He would set his foot on fire for half a day out of school.
Roberto: And now i have falled in love, at last. I have finded my new home. She has asked to me if I stay here, to live together with her forever and ever. Like in a book for children.
Henry Barthes: [In nursing home] Grampa, you doing any writing in your journal? [Thumbs through empty journal] Grampa: I don't remember much, I lost the habit. You can't think in this place, you can't make new memories.
T.H.E. Rock: You're going home now. Crazy Earl: Semper fi. Donlon: We're mean marines, sir. Private Eightball: Go easy, bros. Animal Mother: Better you than me.
[Nemo lives in a sea anemone] Mr. Ray: All new explorers must answer a science question. You live in what kind of home? Nemo: An anemonemone. Amnemonemomne. Mr. Ray: That's okay kid, dont hurt yourself.
Skylar: You're an idiot. Will: What? Skylar: You're an idiot. I've been sitting there all night waiting for you to come over to talk to me. But I'm tired now, and I have to go home, and couldn't just keep sitting there waiting.
Gandhi: We think it is time that you recognized that you are masters in someone else's home. Despite the best intentions of the best of you, you must, in the nature of things, humiliate us to control us. General Dyer is but an extreme example of the ...
Peter McCallister: Hi. Harry: Hi. Are you Mr. McCallister? Peter McCallister: Yeah. Harry: The Mr. McCallister who lives here? Peter McCallister: Yes. Pizza Boy: Oh, good, because somebody owes me $122.50.
Marv: [listening to a phone message in the house they are robbing] Hey, Harry, that house we were at last night, was that the McCallisters? Harry: Yeah. Marv: You're right. They're gone. Harry: I knew they were. Marv: Silver tuna tonight!
Linnie McCallister: I hope you didn't just pack crap, Jeff. Jeff McCallister: Shut up, Linnie. Kevin McCallister: You know what I should pack? Jeff McCallister: Toilet paper and water.
Heather McCallister: [lines up the family near the airport vans] 1, 2... Buzz McCallister: [rudely interrupting] 11, 92, 12... Heather McCallister: Buzz, don't be a moron. [Heather contines counting the rest of the family to go into the vans]
Marv: [as they follow behind Kevin, he suddenly runs] Why is he going faster? Harry: See, I told you something was wrong. See I knew he looked at me weird. Why would he run?
Old Bilbo: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit-hole and that means good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home.
