Nicholas Angel: Mr. Porter, what's your wine selection? Roy Porter: Oh, we've got red... and, er... white? Nicholas Angel: I'll have a pint of lager, please.
Professor McGonagall: Now, Mr. Weasley, place your right hand on my waist. Ron: Where?
Mrs. Arabella Figg: [she has been asked to describe "them"] One was very huge... the other, very skinny. Cornelius Fudge: We mean the dementors, not the boys!
Mrs. Weasley: [at the dinner table on Christmas] Sit down everyone, sit down. That's it, now present time.
Llewyn Davis: [on Please Mr. Kennedy song] Hey, look... I'm really happy for the gig but who... who wrote this? Jim: I did.
Frozone: Just like old times, huh Bob? Mr. Incredible: [slapping him in the back] Just like old times. Frozone: Ha-ha, yeah. Hurt then, too. Ow.
Mr. Incredible: Of course I have a secret identity. I don't know a single superhero who doesn't. Who wants the pressure of being super all the time?
Mirage: The supers are not gone, Mr. Incredible. You're still here. You can still do great things. Or... you can listen to police scanners. Your choice.
Agent: Do you have a history of emotional problems, Mr. Wigand? Jeffrey Wigand: Yes. Yes, I do. I get extremely emotional when assholes put bullets in my mailbox!
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [after Ellie has switched on the breakers in the maintenance shed] Mr Hammond, I think we're back in business!
Ellen Brody: I just want to know one thing - when do I get to become an islander? Mrs. Taft: Ellen, never, never! You're not born here, you're not an islander, that's it.
[about Jem] Scout: You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep. Couldn't if he was awake, though; he wouldn't let you. Go ahead.
Prince Feisal: To be great again, it seems that we need the english... or... T.E. Lawrence: Or? Prince Feisal: What no man can provide, Mr. Lawrence. We need a miracle.
General Allenby: I've got orders to obey, thank God. Not like that poor devil. He's riding the whirlwind. Mr. Dryden: Let's hope we're not.
Mrs. Big Nose: [trying to hear Jesus' sermon on the mount] Oh, it's blessed are the MEEK! Oh, I'm glad they're getting something, they have a hell of a time.
Sam: [Frodo is being drawn toward Cirith Ungol] No, Mr. Frodo! Gollum: [in a panic] Not that way! Oh! What's he doing?
Jack Crabb: After my religion period, I took up with a swindler: Allardyce Merriweather. After Mrs. Pendrake his honesty was downright refreshing.
Mr. Goodkat: Charlie Chaplin once entered a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest in Monte Carlo and came in third; that's a story.
Slevin: How did you find out about us? Mr. Goodkat: I'm a world-class assassin, fuckhead. How do you think I found out?
Frodo: [waking up from a nightmare] Gandalf! Sam: What is it, Mr. Frodo? Frodo: Nothing... just a dream.
Mr. Simpson: Well... what are you going to do now? Ben Sanderson: I thought I might move out to Las Vegas.