Tibbs: Now listen, hear me good mama. Please. Don't make me have to send you to jail... There's white time in jail and there's colored time in jail. The worst kind of time you can do is colored time.
Indiana Jones: Willie, Willie, Willie. What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? Willie: Willie is my professional name, Indiana. Short Round: Hey, lady! You call him Dr. Jones! Indiana Jones: *My* professional name.
Indiana Jones: [groping desperately down Willie's dress] Where's the antidote? Willie: Oh, listen, I just met you! Oh, I'm not that kind of girl... Short Round: Hey, Dr. Jones, no time for love. We've got company.
Cobb: You shouldn't be here. Ariadne: I just wanted to see what kind of tests you're doing on your own every night. Cobb: This has nothing to do with you. Ariadne: This has everything to do with me. You've asked me to share dreams with you. Cobb: Not...
Valentine: 'Sup man? Is this the part where you say some... really bad pun? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: It's like you said to Harry: This ain't that kind of movie, bruv. Valentine: Perfect. [Valentine takes his last breath and slumps down]
Timon: I'm telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities... [he reaches into a hole in a log and various insects skitter out, with him holding a blue bug; he points to the rest of the insects] Timon: Ooh! The little cream-fi...
Jack Crabb: Sure, I'm white. Didn't you hear me say, "God bless George Washington. God bless my mother."? I mean, now what kind of Indian would say a fool thing like that?
Pita: Do you have a girlfriend, Creasy? Creasy: What? Pita: Do you have a girlfriend? Creasy: No. What kind of question is that, anyway? You're supposed to be studying history, okay? Pita: It is history... Creasy history. Creasy: No, that's ancient h...
Detective Park Doo-Man: Did you see his face? [Girl Nods] Detective Park Doo-Man: What did he look like? Schoolgirl: Well... kind of plain. Detective Park Doo-Man: In what way? Schoolgirl: Just... ordinary
Fred Gailey: Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial, it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.
Cypher: [Is about to try to unplug Neo] If Morpheus was right, then there's no way I can pull this plug. I mean if Neo is the One, then there would have to be some kind of miracle to stop me. Right? I mean how can he be the One if he's dead?
Jefferson Smith: I wouldn't give you two cents for all your fancy rules if, behind them, they didn't have a little bit of plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and a little looking out for the other fella, too.
Tess: You're a thief and a liar. Danny: I only lied about being a thief, I don't do that anymore. Tess: Steal? Danny: Lie. Tess: I'm with someone who doesn't have to make that kind of distinction. Danny: No, he's very clear on both.
Delmar O'Donnell: I'm gonna visit those foreclosing son-of-a-guns at the Indianola Savings & Loan, slap that money on the barrelhead and buy back the family farm. You ain't no kind of man if you ain't got land.
Dodge Landon: The new kid on the block kind of gets picked on. Will Rodman: [sees Dodge's prode] That's bullshit! What did you to him? Dodge Landon: [Will pushes Dodge to the wall and John comes in] Let go man!
[Chas has told Royal to get out of the house. As Royal gets up to leave he suddenly seems to suffer some kind of 'attack' and falls to the floor] Chas: Are you OK? Royal: [with a wooden spoon between his teeth] 'Fuck do you care?
Sherlock Holmes: [to Lord Blackwood] I wonder if they'd let Watson and me dissect your brain. After you hang, of course. I'd wager there would be some deformity that would be scientifically significant. In that way, at least, you could serve some kin...
Alvin Straight: I want to thank you for your kindness to a stranger. Danny Riordan, Clermont Resident: It's been a genuine pleasure having you here, Alvin. Write to us some time. Alvin Straight: I will.
Marianne: Colonel Brandon. [Though trying to slip out, he eases slowly back into the room, almost afraid to speak] Marianne: Thank you. [a fleeting look of mild gratitude crosses his face from these first sincerely kind words she's ever spoken to him...
Scott Pilgrim: When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time. All of them.
Vargas: [to Quinlan] What make you so very sure it was dynamite? Quinlan: My leg. Vargas: Your what? Pete Menzies: His game leg. Sometimes he gets a kind of twinge, like folks do for a change of weather. "Intuition," he calls it.
