McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time ...
Lorbeer: I only give the food to the women, Mr. Black. Women make the homes, men just make wars... and hooch. Adam was God's first draft - He got it right with Eve. Tell that to your readers, Mr. Black.
Charles Foster Kane: We have no secrets from our readers. Mr. Thatcher is one of our most devoted readers, Mr. Bernstein. He knows what's wrong with every issue since I've taken charge.
Mr. Parker: [Explaining rather sheepishly to Mother why "Santa Claus" brought Ralphie the BB gun] Mr. Parker: I had one when I was eight years old. Mother: What if he hurts himself?
Mr. Parker: It could be a bowling alley! Mother: How are they going to deliver a bowling alley here tonight? Mr. Parker: They'll send the deed for cripesake. I didn't expect them to send a whole damn bowling alley.
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: This will not do. Mrs. Miller: It's just until June! Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [sternly] I'll throw your son out of this school! Mrs. Miller: [angrily] And why would you do that if it didn't start with him?
[first lines - theatrical version] Braithwaite: Hello, Mr. Lee. My name is Braithwaite. Lee: Hello, Mr. Braithwaite. Braithwaite: I've come to speak to you about a matter of great importance. Lee: Have some tea. Braithwaite: Yes, indeed.
Franklin Bean: What are you singing, Petey? Petey: Erm... I just kind of made it up as I went along, really. Franklin Bean: That's just weak songwriting! You wrote a bad song, Petey!
Ash: You should probably put your bandit hat on now. Personally, I- I don't have one, but I modified this tube sock. [they put on their 'hats'] Kristofferson: You look good. Ash: Yeah, I do...
[Nemo lives in a sea anemone] Mr. Ray: All new explorers must answer a science question. You live in what kind of home? Nemo: An anemonemone. Amnemonemomne. Mr. Ray: That's okay kid, dont hurt yourself.
[Gesturing to a crushed car] Auric Goldfinger: Forgive me, Mr. Bond, but, uh... I must arrange to separate my gold from the late Mr. Solo. James Bond: As you said, he had a pressing engagement.
Benjamin: Listen to me. What happened between Mrs. Robinson and me was nothing. It didn't mean anything. We might just as well have been shaking hands. Mr. Robinson: Shaking hands? Well, that's not saying much for my wife, is it?
Peter McCallister: Hi. Harry: Hi. Are you Mr. McCallister? Peter McCallister: Yeah. Harry: The Mr. McCallister who lives here? Peter McCallister: Yes. Pizza Boy: Oh, good, because somebody owes me $122.50.
[first lines] Flint: All right, Mr. Bile, is it? Bile: Uh, my friends call me Phlem. Flint: Uh-huh, Mr. Bile, can you tell me what you did wrong? Bile: I fell down?
Admiral Boom: Glorious day, Mr. Binnacle! Glorious! No one sleeps this morning. Put in a double charge of powder. Mr. Binnacle: A double charge? Aye aye sir! Admiral Boom: Shake things up a bit, what?
Mrs. Bennet: Have you no consideration for my nerves? Mr. Bennet: You mistake me, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years.
Mrs. Bennet: Have you no consideration for my poor nerves? Mr. Bennet: You mistake me, my dear. I have the utmost respect for your nerves. They've been my constant companion these twenty years.
Mr. Robertson: I see you've had some disciplinary problems in the past. Jane: I've had nothing but straight As in all my classes since the first grade. Mr. Robertson: Yes. Have you ever been with a man? Jane: Have you?
Nice Guy Eddie: Alright, Mr. Fucking Compassion! I will call somebody! Mr. White: Who? Nice Guy Eddie: A fucking snakecharmer! What do you think? I'll call a doctor!
[first lines] Travers Goff: [voiceover] Winds in the east / Mist coming in / Like something is brewing / About to begin / Can't put me finger / On what lies in store / But I feel what's to happen / All happened before.
Walt Disney: George Banks and all he stands for will be saved. Maybe not in life, but in imagination. Because that's what we storytellers do. We restore order with imagination. We instill hope again and again and again.
