Celie: [on leaving the farm in Shug's car, shouting to Albert] I'm poor, black, I might even be ugly, but dear God, I'm here. I'm here.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master.
Alfred Pennyworth: You spat in the faces of Gotham's worse criminals. Didn't you think there might be some casualties? Things were always going to get worse before they got better.
Terence Mann: I wish I had your passion, Ray... Misdirected though it might be, it is still a passion. I used to feel that way about things, but...
Seth Brundle: [to Veronica] You were right. I am diseased, and uh... it might be contagious somehow. I wouldn't want to infect you.
Rita: I like to see a man of advancing years throwing caution to the wind. It's inspiring in a way. Phil: My years are not advancing as fast as you might think.
Don Hollenbeck: [to Murrow, after his interview with Liberace] You're getting really good at this; people might think you actually like it.
Billy: Oh, be in it. The girls go wild over a uniform. Barney: Yeah? Billy: In your case I don't think anything would help but you might as well give it a go.
Tom Joad: That Casy. He might have been a preacher but he seen things clear. He was like a lantern. He helped me to see things clear.
[Seymour's phone rings] Enid: Aren't you going to get that? Seymour: Let the machine get it. I have no desire to talk to anyone who might be calling me.
Fred: We knew you wouldn't die, Harry! George: Might lose a leg. Fred: Or an arm. George: But pack it in all together? Fred, George: Never!
Eisenheim: I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the soul. All of the greatest religions speak of the soul's endurance before the end of life. So what then does it mean to die?
1st Stansfield man: [finds pizza among Matilda's guns] Lunch. 2nd Stansfield man: Careful Blood. Might be poisoned. 1st Stansfield man: No, no anchovies on this.
Mr. Simpson: Well... what are you going to do now? Ben Sanderson: I thought I might move out to Las Vegas.
Dr. Lesh: Diane, the determination is to whether your home is haunted is... is not very easy. I... what I meant to say was it might very well be a poltergeist intrusion instead of a classic haunting.
Sister Alma: If she won't speak or move because she decides not to, which it must be if she isn't ill, then it shows that she is mentally very strong. I might not be equal to it.
Seth Lord: You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman except the one essential: an understanding heart. And without that you might just as well be made of bronze.
Rosemary Cross: Has it ever crossed your mind that you're far too young for me? Max Fischer: It crossed my mind that you might consider that a possibility, yeah.
Snooze: [after thinking Andy might commit suicide in prison] Oh, man, Andy came down by me and asked for a rope? Red: And you gave it to him?
Belmont: There's a thousand ways he can go to Mexico, and that sonofabitch is so fuckin' nuts he might be headin' north to Canada.
Rooster Cogburn: [watching Mattie ford the river hanging on the back of her horse] By God. She reminds me of me. LaBoeuf: Well, then we might just not get along.