Inspector Grandpierre: [Offering advice to Reggie and Mr. Dyle, after three murdered people have been found, all wearing pajamas] And if I were you, I wouldn't stay in my pajamas. Good night.
Mr. Bernstein: There's a lot of statues in Europe you haven't bought yet. Charles Foster Kane: You can't blame me. They've been making statues for some two thousand years, and I've only been collecting for five.
[last lines] Martin Stett: [on the phone] We know that you know, Mr. Caul. For your own sake, don't get involved any further. We'll be listening to you. [plays back recording of Harry playing saxophone]
Le Chiffre: You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire. James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating about diving with his brother into the gifts under the Christmas tree] We plunged into the cornucopia quivering with desire and the ecstasy of unbridled avarice. Mr. Parker: Didn't I get a tie this year?
Ralphie: Mom, this is just the same dumb old parade as last year. Mother: Ralphie, will you please calm down? Ralphie: Mom! Mother: Hush! Mr. Parker: SHUT UP, Ralphie!
John Robie: Miss Stevens? Frances Stevens: Yes, Mr. Burns? John Robie: You know what I think? Frances Stevens: About what? John Robie: You. Frances Stevens: I don't really care.
Hans: Mr. Takagi, I could talk about industrialization and men's fashion all day, but I'm afraid work must intrude, and my associate, Theo, has some questions for you. Sort of fill in the blanks questions, actually.
Bruce Wayne: What about getting back into the plane? Lucius Fox: I'd recommend a good travel agent. Bruce Wayne: Without it landing. Lucius Fox: [smiles] Now that's more like it, Mr. Wayne.
Chief Insp. Hubbard: [Detective Pearson is about to leave with Mrs. Wendice's small purse around his wrist] Oh, wait a minute, you clot; you can't walk down the street like that - you, you'll be arrested!
Shannon: Kid, I want you to meet Mr. Bernie Rose! Bernie Rose: Nice to meet you. [Bernie sticks out his hand to shake; Driver does not take it] Driver: My hands are a little dirty. Bernie Rose: So are mine.
Van Helsing: Mr. Morris, your bullets will not harm him. He must be beheaded. I suggest you use your big Bowie knife. Quincey P. Morris: Well, I wasn't plannin' on getting that close, Doc.
Mrs. Teasdale: Notables from every country are gathered here in your honor. This is a gala day for you. Rufus T. Firefly: Well, a gal a day is enough for me. I don't think I could handle any more.
Abra: But you must give him some sign, Mr. Trask, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.
Howard: ...Our files are confidential Mr. Barish so we can't show you any evidence. Suffice it to say, Miss Kruczynski was not happy and she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.
[2000 version] Chris MacNeil: Well, give me an example. Like what specifically did she say? Dr. Klein: Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised me to "keep my fingers away from her goddamned cunt."
Chris MacNeil: Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it! Dr. Klein: Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain.
Bill Foster: You're Korean? Do you have any idea how much money my country has given your country? Mr. Lee: How much? Bill Foster: I don't know. But, it's gotta be a lot.
Priest Vito Cornelius: Because it is evil, absolutely evil. President Lindberg: One more reason to shoot first. Priest Vito Cornelius: Evil begets evil, Mr. President. Shooting will only make it stronger.
Prosecutor Percy: Why did you go with Idgie Threadgoode? Judge: Answer the question Mrs. Bennett. Ruth: Because she... she's the best friend I ever had, and I love her.
Dr Ray Stantz: I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never ever possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft! Dr. Peter Venkman: Nice thinkin', Ray.
