I was very proud to be Mrs. Curtis Amy. My thing in life when I married Curtis Amy was being Mrs. Curtis Amy. Career was fine, but I was enthralled with being Curtis' wife. That was very important to me back then, and that's always important to a you...
Jim Garrison: Mr. Shaw, have you ever been a contract agent with the Central Intelligence Agency? Clay Shaw aka Clay Bertrand: [smiles politely] And if I was, Mr. Garrison... do you think I would be here today... talking to somebody like you?
Lydia: Mr. and Mrs. Maitland? Hello? Where are you? Beetlejuice: Dead. Dead, dead, deadski. Lydia: Of course they're dead. They're ghosts. Beetlejuice: No, I mean they're gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased-ahh. Lydia: Are you a ghost ...
Jedediah Leland: Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt? Am I a horse-faced hypocrite? Am I a New England school marm? Mr. Bernstein: Yes. If you thought I'd answer you any differently than what Mr. Kane tells you...
Lord Victor Quartermaine: How on earth would those tiny-minded buffoons ever catch such a big rabbit? Lady Tottington: Mr. Wallace? Wallace: Um... with a big trap! [Gromit slaps his face] Mr. Crock: By Jove, he... he's got it!
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [to Mrs. Miller] Years ago I used to listen to all the news reports, because my husband was in Italy, in the war. Mrs. Miller: [Taken aback] You were a married woman? Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [Offended] Yes, but then he was...
Marge Gunderson: [to Radisson hotel concierge] I'm doing really super there, thanks. I am Mrs. Gunderson. I have a reservation. Hotel Clerk: Yep, you sure do, Mrs. Gunderson. Marge Gunderson: [smiling] Is there a phone down here, you think?
Richard Blaney: [announcing himself to his wife's receptionist] You can inform Mrs. Blaney that one of her less successful exercises in matrimony has come to see her. Monica Barling: And who shall I say is calling? Richard Blaney: Mr. Blaney.
Neville Salt: [about his fiancée's deceased spouse] Oh, a neat man was he, then? Mrs. Davison: He liked a tidy place. So do I, come to that. [hits his shoulder with a glove] Mrs. Davison: Dandruff. We'll have to get you something for that.
Gandhi: [in South Africa] You mean you can appoint Mr. Baker as your attorney but you can't walk down the street with him? Kahn: Well, I can, but I risk being kicked into the gutter by someone less holy than Mr. Baker.
Irene Walsh: Now, Rosalita, this is the attic. Mr. Walsh doesn't like anybody up here, ever. I guess that's why it's always open. Mouth: [in Spanish] Translation - never go up there. It's filled with Mr. Walsh's *sexual torture devices*.
Syndrome: [Slams Mr. Incredible against the ground] Am I good enough now? [Slams him again] Syndrome: Who's super now? I'm Syndrome, your nemesis and... [inadvertently throws Mr. Incredible out of sight] Syndrome: Oh, brilliant.
Oliver Sansweet: [Mr. Incredible intercepts him on his way down and his momentum carries them both through the window of the building] Ow! I think you broke something. Mr. Incredible: Well, with counseling, I think you'll come to forgive me.
Mr. Dryden: Well. It seems we're to have a British waterworks with an Arab flag on it. Do you think it was worth it? General Allenby: Not my business. Thank God I'm a soldier. Mr. Dryden: Yes, sir. So you keep saying.
[Joshua blasts his way into Murtaugh's house and finds it empty. In the living room, 1951's "Scrooge" is playing on the television] Ebeneezer Scrooge: Tell me, what day is it? Mrs. Dilber: What day? Mr. Joshua: [shoots the television] Goddamn Christm...
Lydia Bennet: Oh, Mama! You will never, ever, ever believe what we're about to tell you! Mrs. Bennet: Well tell me quickly, my love! Lydia Bennet, Kitty Bennet: [in unison] The regiment are coming! Mrs. Bennet: Officers!
Mr. Collins: Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Charlotte Lucas: Just put on whatever you bought that's best. Mr. Collins: Lady Catherine has never been averse to the truly humble.
Mr. Robertson: In order to protect our nation's citizens, it's important we keep certain government operations confidential. Wouldn't you agree? Jane: Yes, sir. Mr. Robertson: I work for an organization whose primary purpose is *not* space travel. It...
Mrs. Dashwood: Surely you're not going to deny us beef as well as sugar. Elinor Dashwood: There is nothing under 10 pence a pound, Mamma. We must economise. Mrs. Dashwood: Do you want us to starve? Elinor Dashwood: No. Just not to eat beef.
Doyle Lonnegan: Mr. Shaw, we usually require a tie at this table... if you don't have one we can get you one. Henry Gondorff: That'd be real nice of you, Mr. Lonniman! Doyle Lonnegan: Lonnegan. [Gondorf nods and burps in response]
Mr. Potato Head: Hey, a laser! How come *you* don't have a laser, Woody? Woody: It's not a laser! It's a... [sighs in frustration] Woody: It's a little light bulb that blinks. Hamm: What's with him? Mr. Potato Head: Laser envy.
