Black America surely faces an existential crisis, but not the one imagined in the condescending news media - of somehow getting non-black America to be more just and generous. The truth is, we've already been through that, and there is nothing left t...
Elias: Chicks dig Lord of the Rings, Randal. Randal Graves: Shyeah, the kind of chicks into swords and elves and shit, and I wouldn't fuck them with the Torch of Gondor. Elias: Oh, you're so gross!
Ronnie Neary: [the Neary children watch The Ten Commandants on TV] You know, that movie is four hours long. Roy Neary: I said they'd only watch five.
Roy Neary: [as Lacombe and Laughlin show him a drawing of Devil's Tower] Yeah, I've got one just like it in my living room. WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?
Captain Renault: [to Ilsa] I was informed that you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a *gross* understatement. Ilsa: [genuinely pleased] You're very kind.
Brock Rumlow: Whoa, big guy. I just want you to know, Cap, this isn't personal! [tries to attack Rogers... KO] Steve Rogers: It kind of feels personal.
[Fran and Stephen are observing from the roof of the mall] Francine Parker: What are they doing? Why do they come here? Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
Narrator: And then it was as if Dogville just waited. Even the wind dropped, leaving the town in an unfamiliar calm. As if somebody had put a large cheese dish cover over it, and created the kind of quietness that descends while you're awaiting visit...
[on the phone to Bunny] Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Listen, hit the bars, work some parties, and get me transvestites. I need transvestites. All right. Bye. Bela Lugosi: Eddie, what kind of a movie is this?
Merlin: The days of our kind are numberèd. The one God comes to drive out the many gods. The spirits of wood and stream grow silent. It's the way of things. Yes... it's a time for men, and their ways.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
Jerry Lundegaard: I'm in a bit of trouble... Carl Showalter: What kind of trouble are you in, Jerry? Jerry Lundegaard: Well, that's, that's... I'm not gonna go into, inta... see, I just need money.
Sipsey: Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!
Melvin Udall: Judging from your eyes, I'd say you were fifty. Carol Connelly: Judging from your eyes, I'd say you were kind, so so much for eyes.
Sean: You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing 10 miles down the road.
Chunk: Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you want to go to the bathroom in. Mama Fratelli: Why not? Chunk: Because they might have daddy longlegs and um... dead things, Mikey. DEAD THINGS!
Blondie: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
Sally: Why do I always have to sit next to the exes? Is this some kind of a hint, sweetheart? Anyway, shouldn't the exes have a table of their own, where they can all ex together in ex-quisite agony?
Indiana Jones: We're in trouble! Willie: Trouble? What kind of trouble? Indiana Jones: It's a long story. Better hurry up or you won't get to hear it.
[the lone obstacle to the sought-after gold is a solitary tank guarding the bank] Crapgame: Then make a DEAL! Big Joe: What kind of deal? Crapgame: A DEAL, deal! Maybe the guy's a Republican. "Business is business," right?
Theatre Patron: Say, what is it, anyhow? Theatre Patron: I hear it's a kind of a gorilla. Theatre Patron: Gee - ain't we got enough of them in New York?
