Fletcher: He's [Josey] Fletcher: has got the first move And I'd tell him. Josey Wales: What's that? Fletcher: That the war is over. Josey Wales: I reckon we all lost a little bit in that damn war.
Fezzik: You just shook your head... doesn't that make you happy? Westley: My brains, his steel, and your strength against sixty men, and you think a little head-jiggle is supposed to make me happy?
Indiana: There's a big snake in the plane, Jock! Jock: Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie. Indiana: I hate snakes, Jock! I hate 'em! Jock: Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya!
David Mills: Who knows. So many freaks out there doin' their little evil deeds they don't wanna do... "The voices made me do it. My dog made me do it. Jodie Foster told me to do it."
Walt Disney: There's no greater joy than that seen through the eyes of a child, and there's a little bit of a child in all of us. P.L. Travers: Maybe in you, Mr. Disney, but certainly not in me. Walt Disney: Get on the horse, Pamela.
Don DaGradi: We were hoping to give you a little tour of the studio. P.L. Travers: No, thank you. Don DaGradi: Walt just wanted to show the place off. P.L. Travers: No one likes a show-off.
[talking about Maya and walking by a golfer and his son] Jack: Don't you just want to feel that cozy little box grip down on your johnson? Vacationing Dr. Walt Hendricks: Hey, you mind keeping it down, buddy?
Joe Starrett: Looks like your friends are a little late. What are the Ryker boys up to this time? [points a rifle at Shane] Shane: Ryker? Joe Starrett: That's what I said. Shane: I wouldn't know a Ryker from your Jersey cow.
Luke: I'm endangering the mission. I shouldn't have come. Han Solo: It's your imagination, kid. Come on. Let's keep a little optimism here.
Don Lockwood: Well, we movie stars get the glory. I guess we have to take the little heartaches that go with it. People think we lead lives of glamour and romance, but we're really lonely - terribly lonely.
Kaylee Frye: Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries! Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Oh, God! I can't *know* that! Jayne Cobb: I could stand to hear a little more.
[preparing for heist] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Hey, little one. Understand your part in all this? River Tam: Do you? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: It's what I do, darlin'. [River walks away] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: It's what I do.
Satan: [singing] What if you remain a sandy little butthole? Saddam Hussein: [singing] Hey, Satan, don't be such a twit / Mother Teresa won't have shit on me.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, uh, Charlie - about your little problem - there are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover. Cover is better.
Irish Little Boy: What are we doing, mommy? Irish Mommy: We're just waiting, dear. When they're finished putting first class people in the boat, they'll be starting with us. And we ought to be ready, oughtn't we? [Irish Girl nods]
Rose: [Rose is pointing out certain people to Jack before dinner] That's John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?
[Dorothy Michaels' screen test] Rita: I'd like to make her look a little more attractive, how far can you pull back? Cameraman: How do you feel about Cleveland? Rita: Knock it off.
[Sending English Bob on his way after beating and jailing him] Little Bill Daggett: I suppose you know, Bob, if I ever see you again I'm just going to start shooting and figure it was self-defense.
Little Bill Daggett: Now Ned, them whores are going to tell different lies than you. And when their lies ain't the same as your lies... Well, I ain't gonna hurt no woman. But I'm gonna hurt you. And not gentle like before... but bad.
Withnail: [looking at a newspaper] Oh, look at this little bastard. "Boy lands plum role for top Italian director" Course he does! Probably on a tenner a day, and I know what for! 2 pound 10 a tit and a fiver for his arse!
Dorothy: [singing] Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Bluebirds fly. Birds fly Over The Rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why cant I?
