Danny Butterman: Point Break or Bad Boys II? Nicholas Angel: Which one do you think I'll prefer? Danny Butterman: No, I mean which one do you wanna watch first?
Danny Butterman: What about... 'Lethal Weapon'? Nicholas Angel: No. Danny Butterman: You've seen 'Die Hard', though? Nicholas Angel: No. Danny Butterman: 'Bad Boys II'? Nicholas Angel: No. Danny Butterman: You ain't seen 'Bad Boys II'?
Dr. Robin Hatcher: I've told him several times "You shouldn't eat late at night". PC Doris Thatcher: Oh, I dunno. I quite like a little midnight gobble. Haha! PC Bob Walker: ...cocks.
[Nick is being introduced to the NWA for the first time and expresses his religious convictions to Reverend Shooter] Reverend Philip Shooter: Oh, you're an agnostic, then? Dr. Robin Hatcher: [calling out] I think I've got a cream for that!
[after being told they are reassigning him to a nice village he originally planned for retirement] Nicholas Angel: I don't know what to say. Metropolitan Police Inspector: Yes. Sergeant: Yes, thank you.
Nicholas Angel: [investigating Tim Messenger's murder] Did you find anything? DS Andy Wainwright: Yeah, I looked at my watch, and I found out that it's way past time to stop working and that I should be at the pub!
Parker Wilson: You want a dog? Jasjeet: I prefer cash. Parker Wilson: He would make a great guard dog for you. Jasjeet: A guard dog to guard the hot dogs? I don't think so.
Harmony: Well, for starters, she's been fucked more times than she's had a hot meal. Harry: Yeah, I heard about that. It was neck-and-neck and then she skipped lunch.
Jack Crabb: I was determined to stay out of them buffalo robes. Three young and healthy women with no man for who knows how long. The very idea kinda shrunk me like a spider on a hot stove.
Patton: This is where it pays off, the training and the discipline. No other outfit in the world could pull out of a winter battle, move a hundred miles, go into a major attack with no rest, no sleep, no hot food. God... God, I'm proud of these men!
[Toht prepares to torture Marion with a hot poker] Marion: Wait, wait! I can be reasonable! Toht: That time has passed. Marion: You don't need that. I'll tell you everything! Toht: Yes, I know you will.
Stanley Kowalski: Man,liquor goes fast in the hot weather.You want a shot? Blanche DuBois: No,I rarely touch it. Stanley Kowalski: Well,there's some people that really touch it,but it touches them often.
Stanley Kowalski: Man,liquor goes fast in the hot weather.You want a shot? Blanche DuBois: No,I rarely touch it. Stanley Kowalski: Well,there's some people that rarely touch it,but it touches them often.
Osgood: [referring to his mother] Right now, she thinks I'm out there on my yacht - deep sea fishing! Daphne: Well, pull in your reel, Mr. Fielding, you're barking up the wrong fish!
Jerry: Will you look at that! Look how she moves! It's like Jell-O on springs. Must have some sort of built-in motor or something. I tell you, it's a whole different sex!
Jerry: [Joe used a "Cary Grant" voice when posing as a millionaire] What are you trying to do to that poor girl, putting on a millionaire act? And, where did you get that phony accent? Nobody "talks loike thet"!
Sugar: Oh, Daphne, how can I ever repay you? Jerry: Oh, I can think of a million things. [Sugar gets into bed with him] Jerry: And that's one of them!
Spats Colombo: Hello, copper. What brings you to Miami? Mulligan: Heard you "opera lovers" were having a convention, so I thought I'd better be around in case anybody decided to sing.
Daphne: [in the berth, with the lady band members passing food around and a corkscrew's been brought] Girls, keep it down! You'll wake up the neighbours downstairs, now Josephine... WATCH THAT CORKSCREW!
[Jerry and Joe are in the elevator with Spats and his goons] Spats' Henchman: Excuse me, ain't I had the pleasure of meetin' you two broads before? Jerry: Oh, no. You must be thinking of two other broads.
Bouncer: [examining a golf bag] What's in here? Spats' Henchman: My golf clubs. The putter, niblick, number three iron... Bouncer: [pulling out a Tommy sub-machine gun] What's this? Spats' Henchman: My mashie!
