Det. Hugo: Hello everyone, nice to see you. I am your detective for the evening. Please don't leave the premises. [people start scattering] Det. Hugo: I said please don't leave the premises. Am I speaking in some kind of strange foreign language?
Kate McCallister: How could we do this? We forgot him. Peter McCallister: We didn't forget him, we just miscounted. Kate McCallister: What kind of a mother am I? Frank McCallister: If it makes you feel any better, I forgot my reading glasses.
[after his latest "victory," in the final round of dragon training] Hiccup: So, later! Gobber: [catches him] Oh-oh, not so fast. Hiccup: Uh, I'm kind of late for... Astrid: [livid, jams her axehead into his throat] What? Late for *what*, exactly?
[questioning Thorin] Thranduil: [to Thorin] Where does your journey end? A quest to reclaim a homeland, and slay a dragon!... I suspect something more prosaic. Attempted burglary, or something of that kind. You seek that which would bestow upon you t...
Elle Driver: I might never have liked you. Point of fact, I despise you. But that doesn't suggest I don't respect you. Dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded. My gift to you.
Atticus Finch: If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around...
Mr. Dryden: Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Bedouins and gods, and you're neither. Take it from me, for ordinary men, it's a burning, fiery furnace. T.E. Lawrence: No, Dryden, it's going to be fun. Mr. Dryden: It is recogn...
Brigadier General Norman Cota: I don't have to tell you the story. You all know it. Only two kinds of people are gonna stay on this beach: those that are already dead and those that are gonna die. Now get off your butts. You guys are the Fighting 29t...
Humbert Humbert: What drives me insane is the twofold nature of this nymphet, of every nymphet perhaps, this mixture in my Lolita of tender, dreamy childishness and a kind of eerie vulgarity. I know it is madness to keep this journal, but it gives me...
Ariel: I've never seen a human this close before. Oh he's very handsome, isn't he? [Scuttle looks at Max and scratches his neck] Scuttle: I don't know, he looks kind of hairy and slobbery to me. Ariel: No, not that one. The one playing the snarfblatt...
Stansfield: You're a Mozart fan. I love him too. I looooove Mozart! He was Austrian you know? But for this kind of work, [imitates playing the piano] Stansfield: he's a little bit light. So I tend to go for the heavier guys. Check out Brahms. He's go...
Leonard Shelby: There are things you know for sure. Natalie: Such as? Leonard Shelby: I know what that's going to sound like when I knock on it. I know that's what going to feel like when I pick it up. See? Certainties. It's the kind of memory that y...
Lock, Shock, Barrel: Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws? Lock: I wanna do it. Barrel: Let's draw straws! Shock: Jack said we should work together. Barrel: Three of a kind. Lock: Birds of a feather. Lock, Shock, Barrel: Now and forever!
Joanna: How dare you judge me? I mean what are you? You think you're some kind of, like, angel here? No, you're just this penny-stealing... wanna-be criminal... man. Peter Gibbons: Yeah, well, that may be. But at least I never slept with Lumbergh.
George Taylor: Imagine me needing someone. Back on Earth I never did. Oh, there were women. Lots of women. Lots of love-making but no love. You see, that was the kind of world we'd made. So I left, because there was no one to hold me there.
Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal. Vincent: How many up there? Jules: Three or four. Vincent: That's countin' our guy? Jules: Not sure. Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there? Jules: It's possible. Vincent: ...
[last lines] Pan: And it is said that the Princess returned to her father's kingdom. That she reigned there with justice and a kind heart for many centuries. That she was loved by her people. And that she left behind small traces of her time on Earth...
[On Katrina's apparent guilt] Young Masbath: A strange sort of witch, with a kind and loving heart. How can you think so? Ichabod Crane: I have good reason. Young Masbath: Then you are bewitched by reason. Ichabod Crane: I am beaten down by it!
Danny Riordan, Clermont Resident: Well, you know, Alvin, there's a lot of hills bigger than Clairmont's between here and Zion. Even if you get that mower running again, it might still break down. Alvin Straight: Well, you're a kind man talking to a s...
Honor Elizabeth Wainio: Hi, Mom, it's me. I'm on the plane that's been hijacked. I'm just calling to tell you that I love you, and goodbye. This really kind woman handed me the phone and she said to call you.
Rachel Lapp: I should tell you this kind of coat doesn't have buttons. See? Hooks and eyes. John Book: Something wrong with buttons? Rachel Lapp: Buttons are proud and vain, not plain. John Book: Got anything against zippers? Rachel Lapp: Are you mak...
