Feather Woman: Excuse me, have you seen my husband, Izaak Szerman? A tall, a tall handsome man, with a little grey beard. No? Oh, excuse me. Goodbye, sleep well. But if you see him, write to me, yes? Izaak Szerman!
Sgt. William Meeks: [to Patton, after the slapping incident got him relieved of command of the Seventh Army] One little dogface... one measly slap... that's what done it. Patton: [ruefully] Ah, George... I wish I'd *kissed* the son-of-a bitch.
Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man. Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden? Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.
Herman Blume: Take it easy, Max. Rosemary Cross: You were the one that ordered him a whiskey and soda. Max Fischer: So what's wrong with that? I can write a hit play. Why can't I have a little drink to unwind myself?
Oberst Von Scherbach: All right then, gentlemen, we are all friends again. And with Christmas coming on I have a special treat for you. I'll have you all deloused for the holidays and I'll have a little Christmas tree for every barrack. You will like...
Betty Schaefer: Oh, the old familiar story. You help a timid little soul cross a crowded street, she turns out to be a multimillionaire and leaves you all her money. Joe Gillis: That's the trouble with you readers, you know all the plots
Manolo Ray: [at Frank's house, explaining to Frank in the background what happened at the hotel in Miami Beach] I ran out of bullets, like an asshole. Manolo Ray: And while I'm standing there changing the clip, the little mother fucker, who I had kil...
Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
Sugar: [admiring a large fish trophy] What is it? Junior: It's a member of the herring family. Sugar: A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars? Junior: They shrink when they're marinated.
Christy: You're asking me to believe that the CFO of Facebook doesn't know how to change his relationship status on Facebook? Eduardo Saverin: It's a little embarrassing so you should take it as a sign of trust that I would tell you that.
Mrs. Cartman: [singing "Blame Canada"] And my little boy eric, had my picture on his shelf / And now when he sees me he tells me to go fuck myself!
Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: [to R2-D2] Hello there. [R2 beeps] Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid. [R2 beeps a question] Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi: Oh don't worry, he'll be alright.
Combo's Ex-Girlfriend: What you mean before you went to prison and ruined everything? I'm going to be late for work. You can keep your little box. [Puts the handcrafted gift on the dashboard and leaves the car] Combo: [Starts crying and beats his hea...
[Holding the others at bay with a flamethrower, MacReady tosses a coil of rope amongst them] Clark: What have you got in mind, MacReady? MacReady: A little test. Windows, you and Palmer tie everybody down real tight. Childs: What for? MacReady: For y...
Mr. Potato Head: Hey, a laser! How come *you* don't have a laser, Woody? Woody: It's not a laser! It's a... [sighs in frustration] Woody: It's a little light bulb that blinks. Hamm: What's with him? Mr. Potato Head: Laser envy.
Rose: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?" Jack: No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?
Verbal: McManus came to us with the job, Fenster got the vans, Hockney supplied the hardware, I came through with how to do it so no one got killed, but Keaton... Keaton put on the finishing touch. A little 'fuck you' from the five of us to the NYPD.
Guard: Look, all they want is one little piece of information. Just give them something... anything. Evey Hammond: Thank you... but I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds. Guard: Then you have no fear anymore. You're completely free.
Johnny Cash: So, where's your truck driver? June Carter: Stock car driver. And you'll be happy to know things aren't working out between the two of us. Johnny Cash: It doesn't make me happy! Well... maybe a little it does.
Wicked Witch of the West: Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of spears! Thought you were pretty foxy, didn't you? Well! The last to go will see the first three go before her! And your mangy little dog, too!
Wicked Witch of the West: Who killed my sister? Who killed the Witch of the East? Was it you? Dorothy: No, no. It was an accident. I didn't mean to kill anybody. Wicked Witch of the West: Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too!
