Silvanito: [Joe asks who Marisol is] She is a woman. And Ramon is madly in love with her. Joe: Everyone talks about Ramon. Kind of curious to meet him. Silvanito: If you are smart, you will stay clear of Ramon for as long as possible!
Tevye: In the middle of the dream, in walks your grandmother Tzeitel, may she rest in peace. Golde: Grandmother Tzeitel? How did she look? Tevye: Well, for a woman who's dead 30 years, she looked very good.
Shirley Wershba: Name me one woman who asks her husband to take off his wedding ring before he goes to work. Joe Wershba: Ava Gardner.
Dr. Meade: [to Scarlett] Now you've got to listen to me! You must stay here! Aunt 'Pittypat' Hamilton: Without a chaperon, Dr. Meade? It simply isn't done! Dr. Meade: Good heavens, woman! This is a war, not a garden party!
Mammy: [about Belle Watling] Who dat? I ain't never seen hair that color before. Do you know a dyed haired woman? Scarlett: Wish I knew that one. She'd get my money for me!
Old Sophie: I wonder what Howl disguised himself as? Surely not a crow. Can't be a pigeon, he's too flamboyant for that. [a glider plane with a giggling young woman and her lover flies overhead] Old Sophie: That could be him.
Hildy Johnson: [speaking of her fiance] He treats me like a woman. Walter Burns: Oh he does, does he? Mm-hm... how did I treat you? Like a water buffalo?
Novelist: That's not art. A striptease isn't art. It's too direct. It's more direct than art. That woman's body up there? It's a big juicy steak. It's a glass of gin. It's a hormone extract. Streptomycin. Uranium!
Elastigirl: Let go of me! Let go, you lousy, lying, unfaithful creep... [Bob kisses her] Mr. Incredible: How could I betray the perfect woman? Elastigirl: Oh, you're referring to *me* now?
Dr. Ian Malcolm: God creates dinosaur. God destroys dinosaur. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaur. Dr. Ellie Sattler: Dinosaur eats man. Woman inherits the earth.
Tom Robinson: Looks like she didn't have nobody to help her. I felt right sorry for her. She seemed... Prosecutor: You felt sorry for her? A white woman? You felt sorry for her?
American journalist: If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be? Edith Piaf: Love. American journalist: To a young girl? Edith Piaf: Love. American journalist: To a child? Edith Piaf: Love.
Grandpa: Listen to me, I got no reason to lie to you, don't make the same mistakes I made when I was young. Fuck a lotta women kid, not just one woman, a lotta women.
Mary Wilke: What are you thinking? Isaac Davis: I dunno, I was just thinking. There must be something wrong with me, because I've never had a relationship with a woman that's lasted longer than the one between Hitler and Eva Braun.
Man Ray: A man in love with a woman from a different era. I see a photograph! Luis Buñuel: I see a film! Gil: I see insurmountable problem! Salvador Dalí: I see rhinoceros!
Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. [to Satine] Christian: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
Diana Christensen: Well Max, here we are: Middle-aged man reaffirming his middle-aged manhood, and a terrified young woman with a father complex. What sort of script do you think we can make out of this?
Wailing Woman: Why did I do it? Why did I do it? Why did I do it? Halina: She's getting on my nerves. What did she do, for God's sake? Father: She smothered her baby.
[Marion removes heavy robe to reveal satin negligèe] Indiana: Where'd you get that? Marion: From him. Indiana: Who 'him'? Marion: Katanga. I got a feeling I'm not the first woman to travel with these pirates.
Dwight: The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My Valkyrie. You'll always be mine. Always... and never.
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, uh, Charlie - about your little problem - there are two kinds of people in this world: those who stand up and face the music, and those who run for cover. Cover is better.
