Ed: No matter what disasters may occur in other parts of the world... or whatever petty little problems arise in Atlanta... no one can find us up here. Good night, Lewis.
Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered? Ralph: That about sums it up for me.
[from trailer] Patrick Kenzie: He lied to me. Now I can't think of one reason big enough for him to lie about that's small enough not to matter.
Daniel Schorr: [on TV] A staggering 57% of American workers believe there is a very real chance they will be unemployed in the next 5 to 7 years. But what does that matter to a bloated millionaire fat-cat like you?
Ghost Dog: In the words of the ancients, one should make his decision within the space of seven breaths. It is a matter of being determined and having the spirit to break through to the other side.
Crapgame: [into field phone] Hogan? Yeah, it's me. Listen... I gotta favor to ask ya. Will you quit cryin... I haven't even asked ya yet! What the Hell's the matter with you?
Sarabi: Mufasa? Adult Simba: No. It's me. Sarabi: Simba? But how...? Adult Simba: It doesn't matter. I'm home. Scar: Simba? Simba! Well, it sure is a surprise to see you... [turns to the hyenas] Scar: ...*alive*!
[hitman enters the room of the bar owner] Bar Owner: Who are you? Jeff Costello: Doesn't matter. Bar Owner: What do you want? Jeff Costello: To kill you. [shoots him]
Judge Garrett: In this courtroom, Mr.Miller, justice is blind to matters of race, creed, color, religion, and sexual orientation. Joe Miller: With all due respect, your honor, we don't live in this courtroom, do we?
Mrs. Bennet: Do you not want to know who has taken it? Mr. Bennet: As you wish to tell me, my dear, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
John T. Chance: Stumpy! Stumpy: What? [Stops playing harmonica] John T. Chance: They don't need any help with that tune. Stumpy: What's the matter? Is it getting through to you? Yiuk, yiuk! [cackles]
Shaun: No, Noel, no matter you might think, okay, I do not find it difficult to keep my work and my social life separate. Worker: Shaun, it's Liz for you. [hands him the phone]
Jack: This chick Stephanie, she's got it all goin' on. Miles Raymond: Well, she is cute, yeah. Jack: Cute? She's a fuckin' hottie. And you almost tell her that I'm gettin' married? What's the matter with you?
Jack Torrance: I like you, Lloyd. I always liked you. You were always the best of them. Best goddamned bartender from Timbuktu to Portland, Maine. Or Portland, Oregon, for that matter.
[about Wendy] Delbert Grady: I feel you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way, Mr. Torrance. Jack Torrance: There's nothing I look forward to with greater pleasure, Mr. Grady.
McCoy: Damn it Jim, what the hell is the matter with you? Other people have birthdays, why are we treating yours like a funeral?
Don Lockwood: What's the matter with that girl? Can't she take a gentle hint? Cosmo Brown: Well haven't ya heard? She's irresistible. She told me so herself.
[In bed together] Satan: Is sex the only thing that matters to you? Saddam Hussein: I love you.
Woody: Buzz, you've got wings! You glow in the dark! You talk! Your helmet does that, that... *whoosh* thing! You are a cool toy! [loses steam] Woody: As a matter of fact, you're *too* cool.
I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. 'Cause that's all I know - the blues. And I can sing the blues so deep until you can have this room full of money and I can give you the blues.
