Mrs. Gump: [after seeing Forrest on TV surviving the hurricane] Louise, Louise, look there's Forrest! [Louise and her stare at the TV]
Cathy Whitaker: Oh, Raymond, Mrs. Whitaker sounds so formal! Won't you please... ask me to dance?
[On the phone] Ed Rooney: I'm very sorry, Mr. Peterson... Cameron: [disguised voice] Call me sir! Goddamn it!
Mrs. Oxford: Woman's intuition is worth more than all those laboratories. I can't think why you don't teach it in police colleges.
Piano Teacher: Not bad... Mr. Connors, you say this is your first lesson? Phil: Yes, but my father was a piano *mover*, so...
Phil: Yo, mom. Isn't there any hot water? Mrs. Lancaster: [laughs] Oh, no. There wouldn't be today. Phil: [laughs sarcastically] Of course not. Silly me.
Officer in Procession: [approaching Patrick and shaking his hand] Mr. Kenzie. Nice fucking job on Corwin Earle.
Janine Melnitz: Do you want some coffee, Mr. Tulley? Louis: [to Egon] Do I? Dr. Egon Spengler: Yes, have some. Louis: [to Janine] Yes, have some.
Auric Goldfinger: This is gold, Mr. Bond. All my life I've been in love with its color... its brilliance, its divine heaviness.
Mei-Lei: Can I do anything for you, Mr. Bond? James Bond: Uh, just a drink. A martini, shaken, not stirred.
Pussy Galore: I'm Mr. Goldfinger's personal pilot. James Bond: Oh? Just how personal is that? Pussy Galore: I'm a damn good pilot. Period.
Lord Irwin, Viceroy: Mr. Gandhi will find that it takes a great deal more than a pinch of salt to bring down the British Empire.
[after Mrs. Walsh's favorite statue falls, Chunk glues it on upside down] Mikey: You idiot you glued it on upside down. Chunk: It looks fine to me.
Benjamin: Look, maybe we could do something else together. Mrs. Robinson, would you like to go to a movie?
[last lines] George Aaronow: Hello, Mrs. Delgary? Yes, you requested some information about Rio Rancho Properties...
Hobbit: You! Mr. Bilbo where're you off to? Bilbo Baggins: I'm already late. Hobbit: Late for what? Bilbo Baggins: I'm going on an adventure.
Dori: Mr. Gandalf? A glass of red wine as requested. It's got a fruity bouquet. Gandalf: Ah, cheers.
Stu Price: We can even write you a check right now. Mr. Chow: No chance. Cash only. Stu Price: There's a person in there!
Mr. Chow: [as he closes his car window slowly, his head trails the closing gap] Toodle-oo, motherfuckers. [whoops like a native]
[Alan falls from the window of the car because the door on the passenger side doesn't open] Mr. Chow: [laughs obnoxiously] Funny fat guy fall on face!
Attractive sales lady at a department store: What can I do for you, Mr. Dowd? Elwood P. Dowd: What did you have in mind?
