Sister Helen Prejean: Look at you. Death is looking down your neck, and you're playing your little male come-on games.
Clementine: Look, I'm sorry if I came off a little nutso, I'm not really. Joel: That's okay, I really didn't think you were.
Joel Weinstock: [to the Chemist] Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night. Ah-ah... not that one. The little one.
Private Eightball: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beaucoup.
Chum: Dolphins, yeah! They think they're so cute. "Oh, look at me, I'm a flippy little dolphin, let me flip for you. Ain't I something?"
Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at home] Cameron, babe, what's happenin'? Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very little.
Shep Proudfoot: [beating Carl Showalter violently] Fucking little weasel! Fuck you! You fucking motherfucker son of a bitch! Fucking cock! Jesus Christ! You fucking shitbag motherfucker!
Rocket Raccoon: [scans a small child] Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!
The Collector: These carriers can use the stone to mow down entire civilisations like wheat in a field. Peter Quill: There's a little pee coming out of me right now.
Dottie: [to Angie] I remember you from high school. I see you're still a little conceited, huh?
Pete Dunham: Fuckin' "journos." Look at this. West Ham wins three-nill in a blinding performance and our little scrap makes the headline. Bloody muckrakers.
Auric Goldfinger: Good morning, Mr. Simmons. Ready for our little game? Simmons: Sure I'm ready. When you're ten grand in the hole, you're ready for anything.
John Coffey: Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.
Andy: Brand... What happened to your braces? Brandon Walsh: Braces? I don't wear braces, Mikey wears bra... Mikey! That little... Andy: Shhh! [kisses him again]
Union Captain at the Bridge: [to his surgeon] Can you help me live a little more? I expect good news.
Rob: It was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex. They were rightfully ours and we wanted them back.
Phil Wenneck: The Best Little Chapel... do you know where that is? Dr. Valsh: I do, it's at the corner of get a map and fuck off. I'm a doctor, not a tour guide.
[playing baccarat] Grandfather: My turn? Er... bingo! Croupier: Pas "bingo," monsieur. "Banco." Grandfather: Ah, I'll take the little darlin's anyway.
Louis: A little child she was, but also a fierce killer, now capable of the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding.
Kyung-chul: Why you little... Gone insane from eating human flesh? Wake up! I'm Jang Kyung Chul!
[Sam buys a "preowned" answering machine] Ifty: Yeah. It's an outgoing message so I think you need to sound a little more outgoing.
