Mr. White: The choice between doing ten years and taking out some stupid motherfucker, ain't no choice at all. But I ain't no madman.
Joe: Give me that book. Mr. White: Are you gonna put it away? Joe: I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want with it.
Mr. Blonde: I might break you in, Nice Guy, but I'd make you my dog's bitch.
Mrs. Atwater: Do you know when I was a girl I used to read quite a bit. Brandon: We all do strange things in our childhood.
Mrs. Poetter: There's one good thing in being a widow, isn't there? You don't have to ask your husband for money.
Danny Torrance: Tony, I'm scared. [as Tony] Danny Torrance: Remember what Mr. Hallorann said. It's just like pictures in a book, Danny. It isn't real.
Mr. Mertle: [Smalls has lost a baseball signed by Babe Ruth] I take it back. You're not in trouble, you're dead where you stand.
Zoë: It's a fair bet the Alliance knows about Mr. Universe. They're gonna see this coming. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: No. They're not going to see this coming.
Mr. Universe: There is no news. There is only the truth of the signal. What I see. And, there's the puppet theater the Parliament jesters foist on the somnambulant public.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: [leading the Reaver fleet straight into the Alliance's, and caught in the middle, trying to get to Mr. Universe] The chicken's come home to roost.
Charlotte Palmer: She'll be wet through when she returns. Mr. Palmer: Thank you for pointing that out, my dear.
Thomas: I fetched those beef fillets for you ma'am. Mrs. Dashwood: It was far less expensive in Exeter. Anyway, it's for Marianne.
Mrs Jennings: [hoping to cheer up Marianne who is grieving her loss of Willoughby] Does she care for olives?
[a large box has arrived at Barton cottage] Margaret: It's for us! Mrs. Dashwood: What is it, Thomas? Thomas: I'm not sure, ma'am, but it's right heavy.
Mrs Jennings: I don't want to hear another word about the ham bone, Pigeon. You and Cartwright must sort that out between you.
Professor Moriaty: [to Holes] My repect for you, Mr. Holmes, is the only reason you're still alive.
Doyle Lonnegan: Your boss is quite a card player, Mr. Kelly; how does he do it? Johnny Hooker: He cheats.
Mr. Garrison: ...I'm Sorry Wendy, but I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.
Mr. Potato Head: But these toddlers... they don't know how to play with us! Rex the Green Dinosaur: They're too young!
Combo: [Robbing Mr Sandu's store] What are you doing? Accomplice: I thought I'd take a shit. Combo: Put your arse away, mate.
2nd Interviewer: Mr. Murphy, what attracts you to the leisure industry? Spud: In a word: pleasure. It's like, my pleasure in other people's leisure.
