Gervais Beaulieu: Sometimes I wonder why we pray to a long-haired guy who hangs out with a bunch of guys in robes. It's fishy. Honestly!
Yvonne: Where were you last night? Rick: That's so long ago, I don't remember. Yvonne: Will I see you tonight? Rick: I never make plans that far ahead.
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [to Father Flynn] I have no sympathy for you. I know you are invulnerable to true regret. [long pause] Sister Aloysius Beauvier: And cut your nails.
Lucius Fox: It has a long uninteresting name. I just took to calling it... The Bat, and yes, Mr. Wayne, it does come in black.
English: Sometimes I think that's all this place is. One... long... count. The prisoners count the hours, the bulls count the prisoners and the king bulls count the counts.
Madox: I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read so much into hardly anything at all.
Henry Hill: [narrating] For as long as I can remember I always wanted to be a gangster. To me that was better than being president of the United States. To be a gangster was to own the world.
Phil: Well maybe the *real* God uses tricks, you know? Maybe he's not omnipotent. He's just been around so long he knows everything.
Wray: That's my jacket. I looked for that jacket for two weeks. Cherry: Oh, really, Wray? How long did you look for me? Wray: The jacket belonged to me. You didn't.
Rupert Pupkin: Why not me? Why not? A guy can get anything he wants as long as he pays the price. What's wrong with that? Stranger things have happened.
Po: [after a long battle against Master Shifu, he allows Po to eat. Po tosses away the dumpling] I'm not hungry... Master.
1900: Land? Land is a ship too big for me, it's a woman too beautiful, it's a voyage too long, perfume too strong...
[haggling with Tom] Nick the Greek: What else does it come with? Tom: It comes with a gold-plated Rolls Royce, as long as you pay for it.
Destroyer Commander: You remember it. Remember every bit of it, 'cause we are on the eve of a day that people are going to talk about long after we are dead and gone.
Eddie Morra: [Talking about himself] You see, that guy was me not long ago. What kind of guy without a drug or alcohol problem looks this way? Only a writer, strangely enough.
Gimli: If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way around.
Ben Sanderson: I came here to drink myself to death. Sera: How long will it take you? Ben Sanderson: I'd say about three to four weeks.
Deputy Clinton Pell: You have to be a member to drink here. Anderson: Member? A member of what? [long pause] Deputy Clinton Pell: Member of the social club.
Suzy: I know what you do with that sad, dumb policeman. Laura Bishop: [long shocked stare] He's not dumb... But I guess he is kind of sad.
[last lines] Dr. Ben McKenna: Sorry we were gone so long, but we had to pick up Hank!
Ernest Hemingway: If you're a writer, [slams fist on table] Ernest Hemingway: declare yourself the best writer. But your not, as long as I'm around, unless you want to put the gloves on and settle it.
