Miles Raymond: A little citrus. Maybe some strawberry. Mmm. Passion fruit, mmm, and, oh, there's just like the faintest soupçon of like, uh, asparagus, and, there's a, just a flutter of, like a, like a nutty Edam cheese.
Joe: [apologizing because the motor boat will only move backwards] I'm afraid it may take a little longer. Sugar: It's not how long it takes, it's who's taking you.
Lina Lamont: If we bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes us feel as though our hard work ain't been in vain for nothin'. Bless you all.
Blacksmith Plog: I'm going to pinch them in the nose with my pliers. I'm going to pound them on the chest with my little hammer. I'm going to crack them lightly on the head with my sledgehammer
Mrs. Dashwood: My youngest is not to be found this morning. She's a little shy of strangers at present. Edward Ferrars: N-n-naturally. I'm sh-shy of strangers myself and I have nothing like her excuse.
Sherlock Holmes: [whistling A Little Night Music and stops] I forgot the rest! [gets strangled] Sherlock Holmes: Ah, it's coming back.
Samuel Peacock: Savages! Chris: That's my wife, Yakima... my squaw. Samuel Peacock: Yes, but she's... she's... savage! Chris: Si senor, she's little bit savage, I think.
Saddam Hussein: [torturing Kenny] Yeah Yeah, men, this is getting me so hot. Rub my nipples while I torture this little piggy
Ramona V. Flowers: He was a snot-nosed little brat. He just followed me around. Scott Pilgrim: He had snot in his nose? But he's famous.
Mattie Ross: [Rooster and LaBoeuf gallop away from the ferry, leaving Mattie behind] Those horses can't get away from Little Blackie - they're loaded down with fat men and iron.
Ned Pepper: [laughs] They will do it. Most girls like little play pretties, but you like guns, don't you? Mattie Ross: If I did I'd have one that worked.
Rapunzel: [there's a rustle in the bushes. Rapunzel jumps on Flynn's back, terrified] Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? Flynn Rider: [a cute little bunny hops out of the bushes] Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.
Major John Smith: [referring to Colonel Turner] They say he knew Hitler quite well. Lt. Morris Schaffer: Yeah, I THOUGHT he looked a little nuts.
Tinker: Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen, we daren't go a hunting, for fear of little men. You see, nobody ever goes in... and nobody ever comes out.
[They drive past some schoolgirls] Withnail: [leaning out the car window] SCRUBBERS! Schoolgirl: Up yours, grandad! Withnail: SCRUBBERS! SCRUBBERS! Marwood: Shut up. Withnail: Little tarts, they love it.
Uncle Monty: Indeed, I remember my first agent. Raymond Duck. This dreadful little Israelite. Four floors up on the Charing Cross road and never a job at the top of them.
Professor Marvel: Better get under cover, Sylvester. There's a storm blowin' up - a whopper, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry. Poor little kid, I hope she gets home all right.
[Mr. Litwak opens the arcade for business] Mr. Litwak: Morning, kids, come on in! Good to see you, good to see you... [to a grandfather accompanying the kids, winking] Mr. Litwak: You too, little fella.
[looking over Stryker's confidential papers] President McKenna: How did you get these? Professor X: Well, let's just say I know a little girl who can walk through walls.
Wichita: You have just survived the zombie apocalypse and drove half way across the country... where are you gonna go? Little Rock: [sticks arms up in air] I'm going to Pacific Playland! Woo!
I guess HBO did a giant 'War in the Pacific' mini-series that cost, like, a fortune, and there was a little moment where they literally had no money. And even though the show had become kind of a cult hit, there was an issue of whether they could act...
