Dr. Lesh: Would your family welcome a serious investigation of these disturbances by someone who can make firsthand observations? Steve: Look, Dr. Lesh. We don't care about the disturbances, the pounding and the flashing, the screaming, the music. We...
Feather Woman: Excuse me, have you seen my husband, Izaak Szerman? A tall, a tall handsome man, with a little grey beard. No? Oh, excuse me. Goodbye, sleep well. But if you see him, write to me, yes? Izaak Szerman!
Sgt. William Meeks: [to Patton, after the slapping incident got him relieved of command of the Seventh Army] One little dogface... one measly slap... that's what done it. Patton: [ruefully] Ah, George... I wish I'd *kissed* the son-of-a bitch.
Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man. Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden? Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.
Herman Blume: Take it easy, Max. Rosemary Cross: You were the one that ordered him a whiskey and soda. Max Fischer: So what's wrong with that? I can write a hit play. Why can't I have a little drink to unwind myself?
Oberst Von Scherbach: All right then, gentlemen, we are all friends again. And with Christmas coming on I have a special treat for you. I'll have you all deloused for the holidays and I'll have a little Christmas tree for every barrack. You will like...
Betty Schaefer: Oh, the old familiar story. You help a timid little soul cross a crowded street, she turns out to be a multimillionaire and leaves you all her money. Joe Gillis: That's the trouble with you readers, you know all the plots
Manolo Ray: [at Frank's house, explaining to Frank in the background what happened at the hotel in Miami Beach] I ran out of bullets, like an asshole. Manolo Ray: And while I'm standing there changing the clip, the little mother fucker, who I had kil...
Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
Sugar: [admiring a large fish trophy] What is it? Junior: It's a member of the herring family. Sugar: A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars? Junior: They shrink when they're marinated.
Christy: You're asking me to believe that the CFO of Facebook doesn't know how to change his relationship status on Facebook? Eduardo Saverin: It's a little embarrassing so you should take it as a sign of trust that I would tell you that.
Mrs. Cartman: [singing "Blame Canada"] And my little boy eric, had my picture on his shelf / And now when he sees me he tells me to go fuck myself!
Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: [to R2-D2] Hello there. [R2 beeps] Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid. [R2 beeps a question] Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: Oh don't worry, he'll be alright.
Combo's Ex-Girlfriend: What you mean before you went to prison and ruined everything? I'm going to be late for work. You can keep your little box. [Puts the handcrafted gift on the dashboard and leaves the car] Combo: [Starts crying and beats his hea...
[Holding the others at bay with a flamethrower, MacReady tosses a coil of rope amongst them] Clark: What have you got in mind, MacReady? MacReady: A little test. Windows, you and Palmer tie everybody down real tight. Childs: What for? MacReady: For y...
Mr. Potato Head: Hey, a laser! How come *you* don't have a laser, Woody? Woody: It's not a laser! It's a... [sighs in frustration] Woody: It's a little light bulb that blinks. Hamm: What's with him? Mr. Potato Head: Laser envy.
Rose: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?" Jack: No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?
Verbal: McManus came to us with the job, Fenster got the vans, Hockney supplied the hardware, I came through with how to do it so no one got killed, but Keaton... Keaton put on the finishing touch. A little 'fuck you' from the five of us to the NYPD.
Guard: Look, all they want is one little piece of information. Just give them something... anything. Evey Hammond: Thank you... but I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds. Guard: Then you have no fear anymore. You're completely free.
Johnny Cash: So, where's your truck driver? June Carter: Stock car driver. And you'll be happy to know things aren't working out between the two of us. Johnny Cash: It doesn't make me happy! Well... maybe a little it does.
Wicked Witch of the West: Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of spears! Thought you were pretty foxy, didn't you? Well! The last to go will see the first three go before her! And your mangy little dog, too!
