Warden Marshall Krutch: You know, I didn't know where to count your boy at first... him being half-Indian. But I did him a favor. I counted him as a white man. Truman Capote: You're a kind and generous man.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] I have since heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed.
Natasha Romanoff: What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice. Steve Rogers: Secure the engine room, then find me a date. Natasha Romanoff: I'm multitasking.
Father Brendan Flynn: [to Sister James] There are people who go after your humanity, Sister, that tell you that the light in your heart is a weakness. Don't believe it. It's an old tactic of cruel people to kill kindness in the name of virtue.
Charley Butts: I turned 35 today. Some birthday! When's your birthday? Frank Morris: I don't know. Charley Butts: Geez, what kind of childhood did you have? Frank Morris: Short.
Michael: Maybe he's some animal that wasn't supposed to live; kind of like those rabbits we saw. He could be a monkey or an orangutan. Elliot: A bald monkey? Gertie: Is he a pig? He sure eats like one.
[Offering Elizabeth his coat before putting her in the tower] Arundel: Madam, you are cold. Elizabeth: I do not need your pity. Arundel: Accept it, then, for my sake. Elizabeth: Thank you. I shall not forget this kindness.
Master Sergeant Farell: Battle is the Great Redeemer. It is the fiery crucible in which true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in.
Silvanito: [Joe asks who Marisol is] She is a woman. And Ramon is madly in love with her. Joe: Everyone talks about Ramon. Kind of curious to meet him. Silvanito: If you are smart, you will stay clear of Ramon for as long as possible!
Franklin Bean: What are you singing, Petey? Petey: Erm... I just kind of made it up as I went along, really. Franklin Bean: That's just weak songwriting! You wrote a bad song, Petey!
[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.
Phil: Come on, *all* the long distance lines are down? What about the satellite? Is it snowing in space? Don't you have some kind of a line that you keep open for emergencies or for celebrities? I'm both. I'm a celebrity in an emergency.
Benjamin: It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up.
Sue Lor: Kind of ironic, isn't it? Walt Kowalski: What is? Sue Lor: Thao washing your car after he tried to steal it. Walt Kowalski: And if he misses a spot, he has to do it all over again.
Mikael Blomkvist: I can't find any record of her and I'm pretty good at that kind of thing. Armansky: She's had a rough life. Can we please not make it any rougher?
[the Iron Giant is eating one of Dean's sculptures] Dean McCoppin: There are two kinds of metal in this yard: scrap and art. If you gotta eat one of them, eat the scrap. What you currently have - IN YOUR MOUTH! - is ART.
Mayor Vaughn: Fellows, let's be reasonable, huh? This is not the time or the place to perform some kind of a half-assed autopsy on a fish... And I'm not going to stand here and see that thing cut open and see that little Kintner boy spill out all ove...
Jean Valjean: You might be making a mistake. Javert: What kind of mistake is that? Jean Valjean: Sometimes, people move into town to start a new slate, you might be doing more harm than good by prying into their private.
Father Horvak: Frankie, I've seen you at Mass almost every day for 23 years. The only person comes to church that much is the kind who can't forgive himself for something.
Mrs. Shrike: There is a leak in my ceiling. It's coming from your apartment. Trevor Reznik: That's impossible. Mrs. Shrike: I was gonna leave a note. Trevor Reznik: A note? What kind of note? Mrs. Shrike: About the leak.
Isaac Davis: I give the whole thing... four weeks. That's it. Mary Wilke: I, I can't plan that far in advance. Isaac Davis: You can't plan four weeks in advance? Mary Wilke: No! Isaac Davis: What kind of foresight is that?
