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.
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.
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.
