Sir Francis Walsingham: There is so little beauty in this world, and so much suffering. Do you suppose that is what God had in mind? That is to say if there is a god at all. Perhaps there is nothing in this universe but ourselves. And our thoughts.
Crush: Oh, it's awesome, Jellyman. The little dudes are just eggs, we leave 'em on a beach to hatch, and then, coo-coo-cachoo, they find their way back to the big ol' blue.
Bruce: Now there goes a father. Looking for his little boy. [starts crying] Bruce: I never knew my father! Anchor: Come on, group hug. Chum: We're all mates here, mate.
Ed Rooney: [Whistling for the dog with a vase in his hands] Come here doggy! Look what Uncle Ed's got for you, you little fucker!
Jep Gambardella: We're all on the brink of despair, all we can do is look each other in the face, keep each other company, joke a little... Don't you agree?
Rocket Raccoon: I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt! [zaps Quill, who falls down yelling] Rocket Raccoon: Yeah, writhe, little man.
Peter Quill: If we're gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. Gamora: How much do you trust me?
[in the Broker's shop] Yondu Udonta: [looks at toy dolls] Do you got any other cute little buggers like this one? I like to stick 'em all in a row on my control console.
Gandalf: You are a very fine fellow, Mr Baggins, and I am very fond of you. But you are really just a little fellow, in a wide world.
Tequila: [Tequila's pants leg is on fire and a baby he's holding urinates down Tequila's leg, causing the fire to go out] You saved the day there, you little pisspot. Thanks a lot.
Manfred: Hey, buddy, want a lift? Diego: No, thanks. I'm saving what little dignity I've got left. Sid: You're hanging out with us now, pal. Dignity has nothing to do with it.
Mr. Dryden: [to Bentley, on a meeting between Lawrence and Allenby] Well, I'll tell you. It's a little clash of temperament that's going on in there. Inevitably, one of them's half-mad - and the other, wholly unscrupulous.
[Brad and Sarah are having sex] Brad Adamson: Do you feel bad about this? Sarah Pierce: No, I don't. Brad Adamson: I do. I feel really bad.
Mary Ann: Oh that's nice. So now cheating on your husband makes you a feminist? Sarah Pierce: No, no, no. It's not the cheating. It's the hunger - the hunger for an alternative and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness.
May McGorvey: [Helping Ronnie get ready for his date] There, you look handsome. She won't be disappointed. Ronald James McGorvey: Yeah, wait till she hears about my criminal record.
Louise Pendrake: Well, Jack. Now you know. This is a house of ill fame. And I'm a fallen flower. This life is not only wicked and sinful. It isn't even any fun.
Jack Crabb: I love Jesus and Moses and all of them... Louise Pendrake: [authoritatively] There's quite a difference. Moses was a Hebrew, but Jesus was a gentile, like you and me.
Jack Crabb: [voiceover] He believed that he needed one more victory over the Indians to be nominated for President of the United States. That is a true historical fact.
Old Lodge Skins: You make all things and direct them in their ways, oh Grandfather, and now, you have decided the Human Beings will soon walk a road that leads nowhere.
Jack Crabb: [Narration; upon finding his white wife among the Cheyenne] It was Olga! She had never learned much English, but she sure as hell had learned Cheyenne!
Jack Crabb: I don't understand it, grandfather, why would they kill women and children? Old Lodge Skins: Because they are strange. They do not seem to know where the center of the Earth is.
