Gretchen: Um, where do I sit? Karen Pommeroy: Sit next to the boy you think is the cutest. [the class gasps] Karen Pommeroy: Quiet! Let her choose.
The Jackal: How many know about this? Col. Rodin: Just the four of us. The Jackal: Let's keep it that way. This job depends on absolute secrecy.
Dr. King Schultz: [in disbelief] Let me get this straight: Your slave wife speaks German and her name is Broomhilda von Schaft? Django: Yep.
Demon: Give us time... Let the girl die... I am no one... I am no one... Fear the priest... Fear the priest... Merrin... Merrin.
Joe: When a man with .45 meets a man with a rifle, you said, the man with a pistol's a dead man. Let's see if that's true. Go ahead, load up and shoot.
Stathis Borans: If you plan to make anything disappear, please let me know - I've got an assistant editor who has outlived his usefulness.
El Indio: [to prison guard he hasn't killed] I'm letting you live, hero. That way you can tell everyone what takes place here.
Chum: Dolphins, yeah! They think they're so cute. "Oh, look at me, I'm a flippy little dolphin, let me flip for you. Ain't I something?"
[Phil Connors drives (because Ralph and Gus are drunk) right through a mailbox] Gus: Hey Phil, if we wanted to hit mailboxes we could let Ralph drive.
Lenny: [to Angie] You ever wanna get fucked, let me know. [Patrick pistol-whips Lenny in the face] Patrick Kenzie: How's that, motherfucker? Now you know.
Sean: You're not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you've met, she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.
[Seymour's phone rings] Enid: Aren't you going to get that? Seymour: Let the machine get it. I have no desire to talk to anyone who might be calling me.
Harry Potter: Come on Tom, let's finish this the way we started, together.
Young Sophie: They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst. Calcifer: Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let's be honest.
Wilson, reporter: Any dope on how he escaped? McCue, reporter: Maybe the sheriff let him out so Williams could vote for him.
Haymitch Abernathy: [Stops Katniss from assaulting him] You and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.
Maude: Harold, *everyone* has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.
Doug Billings: Tracy did mention we shouldn't let him gamble. Or drink too much. Phil Wenneck: Jesus, he's like a gremlin. Comes with instructions and shit.
Sid Garner: Don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him. Doug Billings: Understood. Sid Garner: Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him.
Pat Archer: [relating the last words of the orphan slain by the Hutus] Please don't let them kill me. I... I promise I won't be Tutsi anymore.
Wilson: Who's Harvey? Miss Kelly: A white rabbit, six feet tall. Wilson: Six feet? Elwood P. Dowd: Six feet three and a half inches. Now let's stick to the facts.
