Plank: Ah! They fucking shot me! Dog: Well, fucking shoot 'em back!
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking BarrelsP.L. Travers: [Shoving plush dolls of Donald and Pluto into her hotel closet] Duck... dog... out!
Saving Mr. Banks[last lines] Henry Niles: I don't know my way home. David Sumner: That's okay. I don't either.
Straw Dogs