Macaulay Connor: [after Tracy has declined his last-minute marriage proposal] But they're in there! They're waiting! Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Don't get too conventional all at once, will you? There'll be a reaction.
Congressman Derounian: I'm happy that you've made the statement. But I cannot agree with most of my colleagues. See, I don't think an adult of your intelligence should be commended for simply, at long last, telling the truth.
Jack Barry: [prepping for the show] My light okay? My nose doesn't look big? Stage worker: You look great Jack. Jack Barry: Last week I looked like a sun dial.
[last lines] Off-Screen Police Officers: Freeze! Drop the fucking gun, buddy. Put the gun down! Don't do it! Drop the gun man! Don't do it! Drop the fucking gun. We're gonna fucking blow you away! [gunshots]
Price: Must you two always be last? Animal: Oh, yeah? You try jumping in those trenches first. Everybody jumps in on top of you. Shapiro: How do you think I got my hernia? [coughs]
[last lines] Joe Oramas: It's the librarian fantasy, man. Glasses off, hair down, books flying. Finbar McBride: She doesn't wear glasses. Olivia Harris: Well, buy her some, it's worth it.
Betty Schaefer: Perhaps the reason I hated "Bases Loaded" is that I knew your name. I'd always heard you had some talent. Joe Gillis: That was last year. This year I'm trying to earn a living.
[last lines] Travers Goff: [voiceover] Winds in the east / Mist coming in / Like something is brewing / About to begin / Can't put me finger / On what lies in store / But I feel what's to happen / All happened before.
[Shaun hits the zombie pub owner with the butt of the rifle] Ed: Why didn't you just shoot him, man? Shaun: Ed, for the last time... [Shaun squeezes the trigger of the gun, and it actually fires!] Ed: [gleefully] I fucking knew it!
[last lines] Ichabod Crane: [arriving in New York City with Katrina and Masbeth] Ah, just in time for a new century. You'll soon find your bearings, young Masbeth. The Bronx is up, the Battery is down, and home is this way.
Max: The Von Trapp Family Singers. Here are your names: Liesl, Friedrich, Louisa, Brigitta, Kurt, Marta and Gretl. Gretl: Why am I always last? Max: Because you are the most important.
[being forced to fight] Spartacus: Don't give them the pleasure of a contest. Lower your guard, I'll kill you on the first rush. Antoninus: I won't let them crucify you! Spartacus: It's my last order, obey it!
[last lines] Dr. Alex Brulov: And remember what I say - any husband of Constance is a husband of mine, so to speak. John Ballantine: [laughing] All right! Goodbye; good luck! Dr. Alex Brulov: Good bye!
[last lines] Dr. Josiah Boone: Well, they're saved from the blessings of civilization. Marshal Curly Wilcox: Yeah. [laughs] Marshal Curly Wilcox: Doc, I'll buy you a drink. Dr. Josiah Boone: Just one.
[last lines] John: [voice over] Most people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not any more... [begins to close door] John: GAME OVER! Adam: Don't! Don't! [screams, screen goes black] Adam: NO! [screams of anguish fade out]
Detective David Tapp: You know, we arrested a dentist last week who liked to play with kids a bit too much. He lived two blocks from here. The sewer lines run under this neighborhood too, doctor.
[last lines] Madame Souza: [voice over] Is that it, then? Is it over, do you think? What have you got to say to Grandma? [cut to Champion as an old man watching TV] Champion: I think that's probably it. It's over, Grandma.
[Hoyt just smoked some weed] Alonzo Harris: When was the last time you smoked weed? Jake Hoyt: High school... We were... Alonzo Harris: Smoking weed. Jake Hoyt: Right. Alonzo Harris: Right.
Garry: [as to MacReady's blood test... ] This is pure nonsense. Doesn't prove a thing. MacReady: I thought you'd feel that way, Garry. You were the only one who could've got to that blood. We'll do you last.
Howard: Ah, $25,000.00 is plenty as far as I'm concerned. Enough to last me out the rest of my lifetime. Fred C. Dobbs: Sure. You're old, I'm young. I need dough and plenty of it!
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] Heroin makes you constipated. The heroin from my last hit was fading, and the suppositories had yet to melt. [moans loudly, doubles over] Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: I'm no longer constipated.
