[Furnace makes creaking noise] Mr. Parker: Hold it! Shhh... [Furnace makes loud banging noises] Mr. Parker: Aha! Aha! It's a clinkerrrr! That blasted, stupid furnace! Dadgummit! [Mr. Parker falls down the stairs] Mr. Parker: Damn skates! [coughing] M...
If you live your life with passion, every second will become an adventure.
I think Mr. Obama is a disaster for business and a disaster for the United States. Not that Mr. Romney would be much better, but the Republicans understand the problem of excessive debt better than Mr. Obama, who basically doesn't care about piling u...
There was never any point in my life when I wasn't called Mr. Donen. I'm told my first words were, 'Call me Mr. Donen.' But I suspect that's apocryphal. My mother, Mrs. Donen, tended to exaggerate.
Chief Gillespie: Mr. Tibbs! Well Mr. Woods take Mr. Tibbs! Take him down to the depot and I mean boy like now!
Cousin Tilly: Mrs Bailey is on the phone. George Bailey: I don't want Mrs Bailey I want my wife... Mrs Bailey? Oh, that's my wife.
Mr. Pink: For all I know, you're the rat. Mr. White: For all I know you're the fucking rat! Mr. Pink: All right, now you're using your fucking head!
Mrs. Potato Head: You saved our lives! Mr. Potato Head: And *we* are eternally grateful! [hugs the aliens] Mr. Potato Head: My boys! Aliens: Daaaaaady!
[last lines] Mr. Helpmann: He's got away from us, Jack. Jack Lint: Afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann. He's gone. Mr. Helpmann: Mmm. Jack Lint: Well...
Frank Costello: [talking about Costigan] Do you trust him? Mr. French: Well these days, who's reliable? Frank Costello: His uncle Jackie was. Yeah, you can't trust a guy acts like he's got nothing to lose. Mr. French: I'm reliable. Frank Costello: Ar...
Nurse: I'd thought you'd be happy for Miz. Threadgood. Evelyn Couch: [Crying and very upset] Happy? Cuz she's dead? Nurse: No that she gets to go home. She just left in a yellow cab. Evelyn Couch: [Looking VERY confused] I don't understand... Nurse: ...
Man at Bar: Why do you drink so much? Please go home, Mr. Bailey. Mr. Welch: [sitting right beside George] Bailey? Which Bailey? Giuseppe Martini: This is Mr. George Bailey. [Mr. Welch angrily pulls George Bailey up to his face by the lapels with one...
Mr. Dawes Jr: Ah, there you are, Banks. I want to congratulate you. Capital bit of humor, wooden leg named Smith! [pauses looks a bit confused] Mr. Dawes Jr: Or, Jones, whatever it was. Father died laughing! George Banks: Oh, I'm so sorry, sir! Mr. D...
[Wonka walks down the hall which gets shorter as it goes on in the skewed perspective room] Charlie Bucket: Hey, the room is getting smaller. Mrs. Teevee: No, it's not. *He's* getting *bigger*! Mr. Salt: He's at it again! Mike Teevee: Where's the cho...
Dean Vernon Wormer: Here are your grade point avarages. Mr. Kroger: two C's, two D's and an F. That's a 1.2. Congratulations, Kroger. You're at the top of the Delta pledge class. Mr. Dorfman? Flounder: [drunk] Hello! Dean Vernon Wormer: 0.2... Fat, d...
Mrs. Random: Well who are you? David Huxley: I don't know. I'm not quite myself today. Mrs. Random: Well, you look perfectly idiotic in those clothes. David Huxley: These aren't *my* clothes. Mrs. Random: Well, where *are* your clothes? David Huxley:...
Mr. Darcy: Tell me, do you and your sisters very often walk to Meryton? Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, we often walk to Meryton. It's a great opportunity to meet new people. In fact, when you met us, we'd just had the pleasure of forming a new acquaintance. ...
[for demonstration, Mr. Kinney points a pistol at ED-209] ED-209: [menacingly] Please put down your weapon. You have twenty seconds to comply. Dick Jones: I think you'd better do what he says, Mr. Kinney. [Mr. Kinney drops the pistol on the floor. ED...
Mr. Pink: We were set up. The cops were waiting for us. Nice Guy Eddie: What? Nobody set anybody up. Mr. Pink: The cops were there waiting for us! Nice Guy Eddie: Bull shit! Mr. Pink: Hey, fuck you, man! You weren't there - we were! And I'm tellin' y...
Mr. Bradford," she said. "I'm not going to propose to you." The twinkle in Mr. Bradford's eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful. "Oh," he said. "Mr. Bradford?" "Yes?" "Would you mind it so very much if...y...
Mr. Parker: [unveiling his major award] Would you look at that? Would you look at THAT? Mother: What is it? Mr. Parker: It's a leg! Mother: But what is it? Mr. Parker: Well, it's... A leg, you know, like a statue. Mother: Statue? Mr. Parker: Yeah, st...
