[first lines] [sounds from crowd, occasionally a word or phrase, indistinct and mostly not associated with a character] Mrs. Eynsford-Hill: Don't just stand there, Freddy, go and find a cab. Freddy Eynsford-Hill: All right, I'll get it, I'll get it.
Nemo Nobody aged 118: At my age the candles cost more than the cake. I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I haven't been alive enough. It should be written on every school room blackboard: Life is a playground - or nothing.
Nemo age 16: [narrating] Probably the worst thing about being on Mars is that nothing will happen there. Time will seem stale and empty. Man: [looking out over Mars] It doesn't look like there is much to do. I hope I brought enough Sudoku.
[On the failure of their previous nanny] Mrs. Banks: I'm sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nana, I thought she would be firm with the children. She looked so solemn and cross. George Banks: My dear, never confuse efficiency with a liver complaint.
Jefferson Smith: I wouldn't give you two cents for all your fancy rules if, behind them, they didn't have a little bit of plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and a little looking out for the other fella, too.
Mr. Koreander: The video arcade is down the street. Here we just sell small rectangular objects. They're called books. They require a little effort on your part, and make no bee-bee-bee-bee-beeps. On your way please.
Kathy Thorn: Something in mind, Mr. Ambassador? Robert Thorn: Why don't we have a little look upstairs... Kathy Thorn: Well, there's no furniture up there either. Robert Thorn: Awww, you know, you could be too sexy for the White House!
Robert Thorn: [ignoring Brennan's warnings about Damien] ... Now, I've heard you. I want you to hear me: I *never* want to see you again. Father Brennan: ...You'll see me in *hell*, Mr. Thorn. There, we will share out our sentence.
Grandma Sarah: This Mr. Wales is a cold-blooded killer. He's from Missouri, where they're all known to be killers of innocent men, women and children. Lone Watie: Would you rather be riding with Comancheros, Granny? Grandma Sarah: No, I wouldn't.
Detective Susan Avery: Mr. Mill, have you been going to detective school? Griffin Mill: No, actually, we're doing a... a movie right now, called Lonely Room, and Scott Glenn plays a detective much like yourself. Detective Susan Avery: Is he a black w...
[shouting during severe storm] Will Turner: How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work? Mr. Gibbs: Aye, the compass doesn't point North. But we're not trying to find North, are we?
Elizabeth Bennet: Did I just agree to dance with Mr. Darcy? Charlotte Lucas: I dare say you will find him amiable. Elizabeth Bennet: It would be most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe him for all eternity. [both laugh]
Jane Bennet: Mr. Bingley is just what a young man ought to be. Sensible, good humour... Elizabeth Bennet: Handsome, conveniently rich. Jane Bennet: You know perfectly well that I do not believe that marriage should be driven by thoughts of money!
Mr. Callahan: Nothing, why don't you read first? Patrick: Alright, Chapter 1: Surviving your fascist shop teacher who needs to put kids down to feel big. Oh wow! This is useful guys, we should read on!
Mrs. de Winter: [about her father] He had a theory that if you should find one perfect thing, or place or person, you should stick to it. Do you think that's very silly? Maxim de Winter: No, i'm a firm believer in that myself.
The Second Mrs. de Winter: No, it's not too late. You're not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please. Maxim de Winter: No, it's no use. It's too late.
Maxim de Winter: [after he has asked her to marry him] My suggestion doesn't seem to have gone at all well, i'm sorry. The Second Mrs. de Winter: Oh but you don't understand! It's just that I, well i'm, not the person men marry.
Police Chief: You know if the boy ever talked to a psychiatrist? Plato: You mean a head-shrinker? Crawford Family Maid: Oh, Mrs. Crawford don't believe in them, sir. Police Chief: Well, maybe she better start.
Sara Goldfarb: [about her pills] Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening. [to refrigerator] Sara Goldfarb: There's my three meals, Mr. Smartypants. [back to pills] Sara Goldfarb: And green at night. Just like that. One, tw...
Holdaway: So if this fruit's a Brewer's fan, his ass gotta be from Wisconsin. Freddy Newandyke: Bing! Holdaway: And I'll bet you everything from a diddle-eyed Joe to a damned if I know that in Milwaukee they got a sheet on this Mr. White motherfucker...
Stevens: In my philosophy, Mr. Benn, a man cannot call himself well-contented until he has done all he can to be of service to his employer. Of course, this assumes that one's employer is a superior person, not only in rank, or wealth, but in moral s...
