Phil: I don't suppose there's any chance of a espresso or cappuccino? Mrs. Lancaster: [confused look] Oh, I don't know... Phil: [turns away, to self] ... how to /spell/ espresso or cappuccino.
Mr. Moustafa: To be frank, I think his world had vanished long before he ever entered it - but, I will say: he certainly sustained the illusion with a marvelous grace!
Dr. Peter Venkman: We've been going about this all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft's okay! He's a sailor, he's in New York; we get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble!
[first lines] Sierra: Congratulations. James Bond: Thank you. Sierra: Mr. Ramirez and his friends will be out of business. James Bond: At least they won't be using heroin flavored bananas to finance revolutions.
James Bond: [to Goldfinger, after Oddjob has just decapitated a statue at the golf club] Remarkable... but what does the club secretary have to say? Auric Goldfinger: Oh, nothing, Mr. Bond... I own the club.
Eduard Delacroix: [after Coffey shares his cornbread with Del] I thank you. Mr. Jingles thank you, my mom would thank you too but she's dead.
Soldier: Mr. Gandhi, sir. I have been instructed to inquire the subject of your speech tonight. Gandhi: The value of goat's milk in daily diet. But you can be sure that I will also speak against war.
Gandalf: You are a very fine fellow, Mr Baggins, and I am very fond of you. But you are really just a little fellow, in a wide world.
[Mr. Skinner has tripped and landed with his chin impaled on a miniature church spire at the model village] Simon Skinner: Ow! Thish really hurtsh... I'm gonna need shome ice-creeeem.
Balin: I have to agree with Mr. Baggins, he is hardly burglar material. Dwalin: Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.
Jeffrey Pelt: It would be well for your government to consider that having your ships and ours, your aircraft and ours, in such proximity... is inherently DANGEROUS. Wars have begun that way, Mr. Ambassador.
Walter Donovan: Enjoy this Mr. Brody. You're about to witness the best discoveries in the history of mankind. Marcus Brody: You're meddling with powers you can't possibly comprehend.
Mr. Potter: George, I am an old man, and most people hate me. But I don't like them either so that makes it all even.
Carter: I trust you've had a good year? George Bailey: A good year? Well, between you and me Mr Carter we're broke. Carter: Very funny.
Quint: You have city hands, Mr. Hooper. You been countin' money all your life. Hooper: All right, all right. Hey, I don't need this... I don't need this working-class-hero crap.
Prince Feisal: You, I suspect, are chief architect of this compromise. What do you think? Mr. Dryden: Me, your Highness? On the whole, I wish I'd stayed in Tunbridge Wells.
Mr. Dryden: [to Bentley, on a meeting between Lawrence and Allenby] Well, I'll tell you. It's a little clash of temperament that's going on in there. Inevitably, one of them's half-mad - and the other, wholly unscrupulous.
[Frodo drinks the last drops of water from Sam's waterskin] Frodo: There'll be none left for the return journey. Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.
Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.
The Rabbi: You must be Mr. Fisher. Slevin: Must I be? Because that hasn't been working out for me lately. The Rabbi: But I'm afraid you must. Slevin: Well if I must.
Algren: Mr. Graham. Tell this man to fire at me. Simon Graham: I beg your pardon? Algren: Tell this man that if he does not shoot me, I will kill him.
