Celia: [answering phone calls] Monsters Inc., please hold. Monsters Inc., I'll connect you. Mrs. Scaremonger is on vacation. Would you like her voice mail?
Nemo Nobody adult: [narrating while in his car underwater] I always liked fish. I never thought that one day they would like me too.
Nemo age 5: Why do we remember the past, but not the future? When you ask mommy, she says, stop asking why. It's complicated.
Nemo's Father: You look like my son. Nemo age 16: I am your son, dad. Nemo's Father: My son is taller than you.
Nemo age 16: Sometimes I can see the future. Anna age 15: Doesn't sound like it'd be much fun to know what's going to happen.
Anna age 15: I want you. Nemo age 16: I want you too. Anna age 15: Forever. Nemo age 16: Forever. There is no life without you.
Elise age 15: [backs away when Nemo tries to kiss her] We shouldn't. You don't know me and I'm not a good person.
Nemo's Mother: So Nemo, have you made up your mind? Do you want to come with me or do you want to stay with your father?
Mrs. Banks: [singing] We're clearly soldiers in petticoats, and dauntless crusaders for women's a-votes! Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they're rather stupid.
Michael: [after Mr. Dawes Sr. snatches his tuppence away; screaming] GIVE IT BACK! [Michael launches himself forward to get his tuppence back, sparking chaos]
Fred Gailey: Is it true that you're the owner of one of the biggest department stores in New York City? Mr. R. H. Macy: THE biggest!
Mr. Butler: Being a black man in America isn't easy. The hunt is on, and you're the prey. All I'm saying is... All I'm saying is... Survive! All right?
Rhineheart: The time has come to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to be at your desk on time from this day forth, or you choose to find yourself another job.
Frank Hackett: Four hours ago I was the Sun God at CCA, Mr. Jensen's handpicked golden boy, the heir apparent. Now I'm a man without a corporation.
Bob Porter: We're gonna be getting rid of these people here... First, Mr. Samir Naga... Naga... Naga... Not gonna work here anymore, anyway.
Grace: My husband went to war and did not come back. Who will do the cooking? Mrs. Mills: I'm sorry, miss. Grace: Who will do the cooking?
Diane: How is it? Pool Worker #1: Great, Mrs. Freeling! Diane: Okay Bluto, give me my cup. Pool Worker #1: You sure make good coffee!
Jack Sparrow: I thought you were supposed to keep to the code. Mr. Gibbs: We figured they were more actual guidelines.
[last lines, UK version] Mr. Bennet: If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, for heaven's sake, send them in. I'm quite at my leisure.
Mr. Darcy: Are you so severe on your own sex? Elizabeth Bennet: I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.
Mr. Collins: Charlotte, come here. Charlotte Lucas: Has the pig escaped again? [looks out window] Charlotte Lucas: Oh. It's Lady Catherine.
