Fa Zhou: Honorable ancestors, please help Mulan impress the matchmaker today. [Little Brother runs by dragging a sack of feed; chickens start pecking the grain left behind] Fa Zhou: Please. *Please* help her.
Jimmy Markum: And it's really starting to piss me off, Dave! She's my own little daughter, and I can't even cry for her! Dave Boyle: Jimmy, you're crying now.
Vin: What're you gonna do when Calvera comes? Old Man: At my age, a little excitement is welcome. Don't worry. Why would he kill me? Bullets cost money.
Lieutenant: I think we can handle one little girl. I sent two units, they're bringing her down now. Agent Smith: No lieutenant, your men are already dead.
[Pearl reaches to touch Powell's switchblade] Rev. Harry Powell: No, no! Don't you touch that, little lamb. Don't touch my knife, that makes me mad. That makes me very, very mad.
Cousin Eddie: How do you like yours, Clark? Clark: Oh, medium rare, a little pink inside. Cousin Eddie: No, I mean your bun.
Clark: Aah, what d'ya say honey? Ohh. Despite all the little problems, it really is fun isn't it? Ellen Griswold: No. But with every new day there's fresh hope.
Boss Spearman: She ought not to sneak up like that. Charley Waite: She weren't sneaking. I scared that woman half to death. Boss Spearman: Scared me a little bit too.
Ofelia: Mercedes, do you believe in fairies? Mercedes: No. But when I was a little girl, I did. I believed in a lot of things I don't believe anymore. Ofelia: Last night a fairy visited me.
Jack Sparrow: You think this wise, boy... crossing blades with a pirate? Will Turner: You threatened Miss Swann. Jack Sparrow: Only a little.
[after showing a little boy how to do a coin trick] Alfred Borden: Never show anyone. They'll beg you and they'll flatter you for the secret, but as soon as you give it up... you'll be nothing to them.
Shahryar: There is still one little similar thing between me and my wife to not get divorce. The color of our countries flags! [Shahryar is Iranian and his wife is Italian. The color of Iran and Italy flags is similar together]
H.I.: What kind of name is Ed for a pretty thing like you? Ed McDonnough: Short for Edwina. Turn to the right. H.I.: You're a flower, you are. Just a little desert flower.
H.I.: He's a scandal in't he, he's a little outlaw. Ed McDonnough: Naw, he-he-he's a good boy. H.I.: He ain't too good, you can tell by that twinkle in his eye.
Little John: [after sitting on Hiss] Oh, excuse me, Buster. Hiss: Buster? You, sir, have taken my seat! Prince John: [laughs] Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester?
Lisa: How's your leg? Jeff: Hurts a little. Lisa: Your stomach? Jeff: Empty as a football. Lisa: And your love life? Jeff: Not too active. Lisa: Anything else bothering you? Jeff: Uh-huh, who are you?
Oberst Von Scherbach: I'm grateful for a little company. I suffer from insomia. Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: Did you ever try 40 sleeping pills?
John Doe: What sick ridiculous puppets we are / and what gross little stage we dance on / What fun we have dancing and fucking / Not a care in the world / Not knowing that we are nothing / We are not what was intended.
Oliver Larrabee: Seems to me there ought to be a less extravagant way of getting a chauffeur's daughter out of one's hair. Linus Larrabee: How would you do it? You can't even get a little olive out of a jar!
Frank Lopez: Who would want to kill me? Elvira: The catcher on your little league team. Frank Lopez: That son of a bitch, he didn't get a base hit all season! I ought to kill him!
Colleen Goodwin: If you find the bomber, this second attack - the real attack, we think - can be prevented. We have very little time left. Out here, the clocks only move in one direction.
