Mrs. Marcus: "No matter what you've all done today, you're really not criminals". Ha! Of all the snooty, patronizing... [to Pike] Mrs. Marcus: You're stepping on my foot! Sylvester Marcus: Would you get off Mama's foot?
Alexander Knox: Mr. Dent, I love that tie. We were discussing the pros and cons of winged vigilantes. What's your stand? Dist. Atty. Harvey Dent: Mr. Knox, we have enough problems in this city without worrying about ghosts or goblins. Alexander Knox:...
Mother: Is this another one of your silly puzzles? Mr. Parker: Yeah, another one of my silly puzzles. This one could be worth FIFTY THOUSAND BUCKS. Mother: What is it this time? Mr. Parker: Name the great characters in American literature. Mother: Vi...
Mr. Frank Shirley: [to Clark] You're fired! And where's the phone? I'm calling the police! Eddie: Now, just hold your wad there, fella. Clark had nothin' to do with this. This here, was my idea. Mr. Frank Shirley: All right, he's still fired. And, *y...
Mrs. Teasdale: Your Excellency! I thought you'd left. Chicolini: [Impersonating Rufus T. Firefly] Oh, no, I no leave. Mrs. Teasdale: But I saw you with my own eyes! Chicolini: Well, who you gonna believe? Me or your own eyes?
Mr. Harley: Your impatience is quite understandable. Klaatu: I'm impatient with stupidity. My people have learned to live without it. Mr. Harley: I'm afraid my people haven't. I'm very sorry... I wish it were otherwise.
Mrs. Weasley: [Fred and George have just appeared out of thin air and Mrs Weasley screams] Just because you can use magic now does not mean you have to whip your wands out for everything.
Scout: Why there he is, Mr. Tate. He can tell you his name... [Looks at the man] Scout: Hey, Boo. Atticus Finch: [making introductions] Miss Jean Louise, Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.
Mr. Dryden: Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Bedouins and gods, and you're neither. Take it from me, for ordinary men, it's a burning, fiery furnace. T.E. Lawrence: No, Dryden, it's going to be fun. Mr. Dryden: It is recogn...
Vinny Gambini: Mr. Wilbur, how'd you like Ms. Vito's testimony? George Wilbur: Very impressive. Vinny Gambini: She's cute too, huh? George Wilbur: Yes, very. [laughter in the courtroom] Judge Chamberlain Haller: Mr. Gambini... Vinny Gambini: Sorry, Y...
Mr. Allen, Master: In all my years I've never seen the like. It has to be more than 100 sea miles and he brings us up on his tail. That's seamanship, Mr. Pullings. My God, that's seamanship.
Milton Waddams: Mr. Lumbergh told me to talk to payroll and then payroll told me to talk to Mr. Lumbergh and I still haven't received my paycheck and he took my stapler and he never brought it back and then they moved my desk to storage room B and th...
Mr. Gibbs: We should drop canvas, sir. Jack Sparrow: She can hold a bit longer. Mr. Gibbs: What's in your head, Captain, that puts you in such a fine mood? Jack Sparrow: We're catching up.
Elizabeth Bennet: [about Mr. Darcy] He is not proud. I was wrong, I was entirely wrong about him. You don't know him, Papa. If I told you what he's really like, what he's done. Mr. Bennet: What has he done?
Mrs. Bennet: But she doesn't like him. I thought she didn't like him. Jane Bennet: So did I, so did we all. We must have been wrong. Mrs. Bennet: Wouldn't be the first time, will it? Jane Bennet: No, nor the last I dare say.
Mr. Callahan: [Mr. Callahan looks at Patrick's terrible attempt at the Shop class term project] You've gotta be kidding me. Patrick: If you fail me, you get me next semester. [cut to Patrick proudly announcing his C- in Shop]
Richard Sherman: Room here for everyone / Gather around / The constable's "responstible!" / Now how does that sound? P.L. Travers: No, no, no, no, no! "Responstible" is not a word! Richard Sherman: We made it up. P.L. Travers: Well, un-make it up. Ri...
Travers Goff: This world is just an illusion, Ginty, ol' girl. As long as we hold that thought dear they can't break us, they can't make us endure their reality, bleak and bloody as it is. Money, money, money, don't you buy into, Ginty. It'll bite yo...
Mrs. Dashwood: To be reduced to the condition of visitor in my own home. It is not to be borne, Elinor. Elinor Dashwood: Consider, Mamma, we have nowhere to go. Mrs. Dashwood: John and Fanny will be descending from London at any moment. Do you expect...
Alien toys: You have saved our lives. We are eternally grateful. Mrs. Potato Head: You saved their lives? My hero! They're so adorable. Let's adopt them! Alien toys: [Gathering around Mr. Potato Head] Daddy!
Mrs. Teevee: [as the Wonkatania begins its journey through the tunnel] I think I'm going to be sick! [an image of a chicken getting its head chopped off flashes on the tunnel wall] Mrs. Teevee: Now I AM going to be sick!
