Mr. Fox: A Titanium Card? [whistles] Mr. Fox: How did you qualify for this? Kylie: I pay my bills on time.
Badger: In summation, I think you just got to not do it, man. That's all. Mr. Fox: I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice. Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing wi...
Sweeney Todd: [sung to his razor] You there, my friend... /Come, let me hold you... Mrs. Lovett: [sung] I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd... /If you only knew, Mr Todd... Sweeney Todd: Now, with a sigh / You grow warm in my hand. Mrs. Lovett: [unison] Oo...
Mrs. Lovett: Hold it! / Bless my eyes - / Fresh supplies! [a customer walks up to Todd's barbershop] Mrs. Lovett: How's about it, dearie? / Be here in a twinkling! Toby: [unison] Is that a pie / Fit for a king... Mrs. Lovett: Just confirms my theory....
Joe: With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job. Under no circumstances do I want any one of you to relate to each other by your Christian names, and I don't want any talk about yourself...
[having just gotten married] Clarence Worley: Well, hello, Mrs. Worley. Alabama: How do you do, Mr. Worley? Clarence Worley: Top o' the mornin', Mrs. Worley. Alabama: Bottom of the ninth, Mr. Worley. By the way, have you seen your lovely little wife ...
Mr. Darcy: Mr. Gardiner, are you fond of fishing? Mr. Gardiner: Oh, very much. Mr. Darcy: Can I persuade you to accompany me down to the lake this afternoon? It's very well-stocked, and its inhabitants have been left in peace for far too long. Mr. Ga...
[Joe counts the tip and finds it is a buck short] Joe: Hey, who didn't throw in? Mr. Orange: Mr. Pink. Joe: Mr. Pink? Why not? Mr. Orange: He don't tip. Joe: He don't tip? Whaddaya mean you don't tip? Mr. Orange: He don't believe in it. Joe: Shut up!
What are you working on?” Mr. K. was asked. Mr. K. replied: “I’m having a hard time; I’m preparing my next mistake.
[after Mr. Hand is imprinted with Murdoch's memories] Mr. Book: Is it done? Mr. Hand: Oh yes, Mr. Book. I have John Murdoch in mind.
Mrs. Fox: [to Mr. Fox] I love you, but I should have never married you.
Mrs. Danvers: [just as the second Mrs. de Winter reaches for the door] You wouldn't think she'd been gone so long, would you? Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor, I fancy I hear her just behind me. That quick light step, I couldn't mistake it a...
Joe: This man set us up. Nice Guy Eddie: Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell's happening. Joe: It's all right, Eddie. I do. Mr. White: What the fuck are you talking about? Joe: That lump of shit's working with the L.A.P.D. Mr. Orange: Joe,...
Mrs. Banks: Oh, George, you didn't jump into the river. How sensible of you! [Mr. Banks kisses her] Constable Jones: [into phone] It's all right, sir, he's been found! No, *alive*! Or so I presume, he's a-kissin' the Mrs. Banks. Mrs. Banks: I've been...
[Mrs. Robinson comes into Elaine's room, naked, and locks the door with Benjamin inside with her] Benjamin: Oh God. Oh, let me out. Mrs. Robinson: Don't be nervous. Benjamin: Get away from that door. Mrs. Robinson: I want to say something first. Benj...
[shortly after Mr. Frying Pan makes an obscure "Ike, Mike, and Mustard" reference] Mr. Frying Pan: You wanna know who we are? I'm the frying pan, see? And my boy over here, he's... Mr. Fire: Mustard. I'm Mustard, baby. Mr. Frying Pan: He's the fire. ...
Sir William Lucas: Mr. Bingley, my eldest daughter you know. Mrs. Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet, Elizabeth, and Miss Mary Bennet. Mrs. Bennet: It is a pleasure. I have two others, but they are already dancing. Mr. Bingley: I'm delighted to make your acqua...
Mr. Fox: Here, put this bandit hat on.
Teddy Brewster: [to Mr. Witherspoon] Mr. Witherfork. Mr. Witherspoon: "Spoon".
Mrs. Fox: If we're still alive in the morning I want you to find another line of work. Mr. Fox: Okay. Title Card: Two years later - 12 fox-years.
Mr. Crossley suddenly wondered why he was why he was worrying about the note. It was only a joke, after all. He cleared his throat. Everyone looked up hopefully. 'Somebody,' said Mr. Crossley, 'seems to have sent me a Halloween message.' And he read ...
