It's a simple matter of mathematics.
Kristofferson: Divide that by nine please!
Rat: Y'all are trespassin' now. *Illegally*.
Mr. Obama denounced the $2.3 trillion added to the national debt on Mr. Bush's watch as 'deficits as far as the eye can see.' But Mr. Obama's budget adds $9.3 trillion to the debt over the next 10 years. What happened to Obama the deficit hawk?
[Firefly and Mrs. Teasdale hear music coming from downstairs] Mrs. Teasdale: What's that? Rufus T. Firefly: Sounds to me like mice. Mrs. Teasdale: Mice? Mice don't play music. Rufus T. Firefly: No? How about the old maestro?
Mole: I just want to see... a little sunshine. Mr. Fox: But you're nocturnal, Phil. Your eyes barely open on a good day. Mole: I'm sick of your double talk, we have rights!
Rat: The boy is being held in an apple crate on top of a gun cabinet in the attic of Bean Annex. Mr. Fox: Would you have told me if I hadn't killed you first? Rat: Never.
[from trailer] Mr. Fox: [looking at an electric fence] Huh. This could be difficult. Squirrel: It's fatal for humans, but we got enough fur to keep the voltage from getting to us. Let's go!
Mr. McCleery: [after the incident with Elaine screaming] I want you outta here. Benjamin: What? Mr. McCleery: I want you outta here. Benjamin: Why? Mr. McCleery: Because I don't like you. [closes door]
Mrs. Shrike: There is a leak in my ceiling. It's coming from your apartment. Trevor Reznik: That's impossible. Mrs. Shrike: I was gonna leave a note. Trevor Reznik: A note? What kind of note? Mrs. Shrike: About the leak.
Mr. Bennet: Well, if Jane does die, it will be a comfort to know she was in pursuit of Mr. Bingley. Mrs. Bennet: People do not *die* of colds. Elizabeth Bennet: Though she may well perish with the shame of having such a mother.
Walt Disney: There's no greater joy than that seen through the eyes of a child, and there's a little bit of a child in all of us. P.L. Travers: Maybe in you, Mr. Disney, but certainly not in me. Walt Disney: Get on the horse, Pamela.
Cartman: [Realizing he still has Mr. Hat] Why the hell am I still holding this thing for? [Throws him away] Mr. Garrison: [From off screen] Mr. Hat, no!
Mr. Potato Head: Prepare to meet [shouts] Mr. Potato Head: Mr Angry Eyes! Argh argh! [he accidentally sticks his extra pair of shoes on his face and runs into a wall]
Woody: Tuesday night's plastic corrosion awareness meeting, was I think, a big success. We'd like to thank Mr. Spell for putting that on for us. Thank you Mr. Spell. Mr. Spell: [mechanically] You're. Welcome.
Sergeant: Molly's first present is... Mrs. Potato Head! Repeat, a Mrs. Potato Head! Hamm: Way to go, Ida-ho! Mr. Potato Head: Gee, I'd better shave! [pulls off his moustache]
There's truths you have to grow into.
Just call me Mr. Cain. And in 2013, they can call me Mr. President.
Bean's Son: Dad is on fire!
Mr. Collins: Mr. Collins at your service.
Mr. Charles Dickens was serializing his novel Oliver Twist; Mr. Draper had just taken the first photograph of the moon, freezing her pale face on cold paper; Mr. Morse had recently announced a way of transmitting messages down metal wires. Had you me...
