Author: When the destiny of a great fortune is at stake, men's greed spreads like a poison in the bloodstream. Uncles, nephews, cousins, in-laws of increasingly tenuous connection. The old woman's distant relations had come foraging out of the woodwo...
Rawlins: The town is clean sir. Ain't no rebs here, just some women. Col. Montgomery: You hear that! Let's clear er out! [His men begin looting the town] Colonel Robert G. Shaw: What are you doing? Col. Montgomery: Liberating this town in the name of...
[as Monk McGinn runs for Sheriff] Boss Tweed: That man was right born for this. Amsterdam Vallon: He's killed 44 men, and laid low a couple hundred more. Boss Tweed: Is that right? We should have run him for mayor.
Miss Maudie Atkinson: Jem. Jem: Yes, ma'am? Miss Maudie Atkinson: I don't know if it will help saying this to you... some men in this world are born to do our unpleasant jobs for us... your father is one of them. Jem: Oh, well.
May McGorvey: There are four columns of lonely women in here, and only one of lonely men. The odds are on our side. Now why wouldn't any of these women want to meet a nice person like you? Ronald James McGorvey: I'm not a nice person.
Mark MacPherson: On Saturday when our men went to the hotel to tell you that Laura Hunt was dead you seemed sincerely shocked. Shelby Carpenter: I was. I hadn't expected that mistake. Mark MacPherson: But you had your alibi ready no matter who was de...
Daniel Dravot: Now listen to me you benighted muckers. We're going to teach you soldiering. The world's noblest profession. When we're done with you, you'll be able to slaughter your enemies like civilized men.
Poolside Woman: Oh... that's who you keep looking out the window for? Llewelyn Moss: Half... Poolside Woman: What else then...? Llewelyn Moss: Just looking for what's coming... Poolside Woman: Yeah... But no one ever sees that coming...
Ed Tom Bell: You ride Winston. Wendell: You sure? Ed Tom Bell: Oh I'm sure. Anything happens to Loretta's horse, I can tell ya I don't want to be the party that was on board.
Carla Jean Moss: Sheriff, was that a true story about Charlie Walser? Ed Tom Bell: Who's Charlie Walser? Oh! Well... uh... a true story? I couldn't swear to every detail but it's certainly true that it is a story.
Boss Spearman: How much I owe you, doctor? Doc Barlow: We're even. I figured I made enough off the damage he did to Baxter's men. Boss Spearman: I wish he'd have made you wealthy.
Grandma Sarah: This Mr. Wales is a cold-blooded killer. He's from Missouri, where they're all known to be killers of innocent men, women and children. Lone Watie: Would you rather be riding with Comancheros, Granny? Grandma Sarah: No, I wouldn't.
Maxim de Winter: [after he has asked her to marry him] My suggestion doesn't seem to have gone at all well, i'm sorry. The Second Mrs. de Winter: Oh but you don't understand! It's just that I, well i'm, not the person men marry.
Priest: I, for one, have seen hundreds of men dying like animals, but even I've never before heard anything as terrible as this. Horrible, it's horrible! There's never been anything, anything as terrible as this, never! It's worse than fires, wars, e...
Corporal Upham: "War educates the senses, calls into action the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in critical moments that man measures man." Captain Miller: I guess that's Emerson's way of findi...
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge. Don't push me, and I won't push you. Dong le ma?
Old Monk: Didn't you know beforehand how the world of men is? Sometimes we have to let go of the things we like. What you like, others will also like."
Rooster Cogburn: We'll sleep here and follow in the morning. Mattie Ross: But we promised to bury the poor soul inside! Rooster Cogburn: Ground's too hard. If them men wanted a decent burial, they should have gotten themselves kilt in summer.
Danny: I don't advise a haircut, man. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. Hair are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos, and transmit them directly into the brain. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight. Wi...
Adrian Veidt: His vision of a united world... well, it was unprecedented. I wanted... *needed* to match his accomplishments, and so I resolved to apply antiquity's teaching to our world, *today*. And so began my path to conquest. Conquest not of men,...
Raven Darkholme: We have to call him, Havok. That's his name now. And we were thinking... [points to Charles] Raven Darkholme: ...you should be Professor X... [points to Erik] Raven Darkholme: ...and you should be Magneto. Erik Lehnsherr: Exceptional...
