Mrs. X: It's Henry isn't it? Mary tells me you're a very nice fellow. What do you do? Henry Spencer: Oh, I'm on vacation. Mrs. X: What did you do?
Phil: Uh, Mrs. Lancaster, uh, was anybody looking for me here this morning? Perhaps a state official? Maybe a blue hat, gun, nightstick? Mrs. Lancaster: Oh, no, no one like that. Will there be? Phil: Apparently not.
Dean Stanton: [after John Coffey helps Mrs. Moores] Well? What about Mrs. Moores? Was it like the mouse? [no one answers him] Dean Stanton: Was it a m-m... you know... a miracle?
Stu Price: That is not Doug. Mr. Chow: What're you talking about, Willis? That him! Stu Price: No, I'm sorry, Mr. Chow, that's not our friend, he... it's... Alan Garner: The Doug we're looking for is a white.
Mr. Chow: I want my purse back, assholes. Phil Wenneck: What, your purse? Alan Garner: That's not a purse. That's a satchel! Mr. Chow: It's a purse! Okay? And you steal from wrong guy!
Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, you can't miss him Mrs. Chumley. He's a Pooka. Mrs. Hazel Chumley: A Pooka? Is that something new? Elwood P. Dowd: No. No, as I understand it that's something very old.
George Bailey: Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter: And Happy New Year to you, in jail! Why don't you go on home? They're waiting for you!
Mr. Potter: He [Peter Bailey] Mr. Potter: was a man of high ideals, so called. Ideals without common sense can ruin this town.
Mary: [Mrs Hatch eavesdrops on George and Mary's conversation] He's making violent love to me, Mother! Mrs. Hatch: You tell him to go right home this instant!
Bilbo: Mrs Bracegirdle, how nice to see you. Welcome welcome. Are all these children yours? Mrs. Bracegirdle: Yeah. Bilbo: Good gracious, you have been productive.
[rolling around on the floor, waving her legs in the air] Premium Fantasy woman: Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!
Mrs. Banks: But you're always saying that you wanted a cheerful and pleasant household. Mr. Banks: Winifred, I should like to make a slight differentiation between the word cheerful and just plain giddy irresponsibility.
Mrs. Banks: I'll try to do better next time. Mr. Banks: Next time? My dear, you've engaged six nannies in the last four months. And they've all been unqualified disasters.
Mr. R. H. Macy: [to Sawyer] "Psychologist". Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school? [starts to walk away, then turns back to Sawyer] Mr. R. H. Macy: You're fired.
Alicia: I've told you before, Mr. Devlin doesn't mean a thing to me. Alexander Sebastian: I'd like to be convinced. Would you maybe care to convince me, Alicia, that Mr. Devlin means nothing to you?
Grace: If you're dead, then leave us in peace. Leave us in peace! Mrs. Mills: And suppose we do leave you, ma'am, do you suppose that They will? Grace: Who? Mrs. Mills: The intruders.
Mrs. Bennet: Do you not want to know who has taken it? Mr. Bennet: As you wish to tell me, my dear, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Max Bialystock: Ulla! Go get car! Ulla: Ja, ja! We go to motel? Max Bialystock: No. I go with Mr. Bloom. Ulla: You and Mr. Bloom go to motel? Max Bialystock: No! Get car! Ulla: Get car!
[urging Mrs. de Winter to jump out the window and end her misery] Mrs. Danvers: Go ahead. Jump. He never loved you, so why go on living? Jump and it will all be over...
Mr. Blonde: Hey Joe, you want me to shoot this guy? Mr. White: [laughs] Shit... You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
[Travers sees Robert Sherman walk out of the room with a cane] P.L. Travers: What is wrong with his leg? Richard Sherman: He got shot. P.L. Travers: Hardly surprising.
