María Álvarez: What about our money? Felipe: What about it? You two ran off with the merchandise! María Álvarez: You have the pellets back! Felipe: Exactly, we have them back and we don't need you anymore. You're not worth a fuck now.
Leonard Shelby: Hi. Uh, Lincoln Street? Waiter: Oh, you just take the main road... Leonard Shelby: Hang on, let me write this down. Waiter: Oh, it's easy. You just... Leonard Shelby: Trust me, I need to write this down.
Lou Bloom: Why hire you? Sell yourself. Go. Rick: Okay. Well, I'm Rick, of course. I took three buses to get here. I finished high school. I need a job. I'll do just about anything. That's me. Hire Rick.
Cera: I hope those aren't my cigarettes. Chiki: When I took them, I didn't know you'd need them. But now I hope . . . [lighting one up and taking a drag, then putting it into Cera's mouth] Chiki: that you'll die of cancer.
Young Allie: What do ya want? [asks after he tells her he needs to regain his strength after making love all day] Young Noah: Hmmm. I want some... uh... pancakes... and some bacon... and chicken.
McMurphy: All we need's one vote. Just one vote. Just your one vote! McMurphy: Just raise your hand up and your buddies can watch the baseball game.
Roy Lee: Are you sure we need this nozzle thing? Quentin: Are you kidding? The nozzle is the most important part - it directs the flow of the hot gases! Roy Lee: Hey, cool it, Quentin! Man, talkin' 'bout your 'hot gases'...
Cornelius: Well Taylor, we're all fugitives now. George Taylor: Do you have any weapons, any guns? Cornelius: The best, but we won't need them. George Taylor: I'm glad to hear it. I want one anyway.
messenger from Lord Asano: You ladies need to be taught some respect! Female fire worker: Respect? What's that? Female fire worker: We haven't had any respect since the day we were born! [the women collectively give the messenger the "raspberry"]
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Long Tall Sally, she built sweet, she got everything, that Uncle John need. Aw baby, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun.
General Omar N. Bradley: What we really need is... someone tough enough to really pull this outfit together. Brig. Gen. Hobart Carver: Patton? General Omar N. Bradley: Possibly. Brig. Gen. Hobart Carver: [with a smile] God help us!
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!
[Indiana needs his bullwhip to swing across a chasm] Indiana: Give me the whip. Satipo: Throw me the idol. No time to argue! Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip! Indiana: [throws the idol] Give me the whip! Satipo: Adiós, señor.
Max Fischer: How much are you worth, by the way? Herman Blume: I don't know. Max Fischer: Over ten million? Herman Blume: Yeah, I guess so. Max Fischer: Good, good. Herman Blume: Why? Max Fischer: Cause we're gonna need all of it.
Sheryl Yoast: In Virginia, high school football is a way of life, it's bigger than Christmas day. My daddy coached in Alexandria, he worked so hard my momma left him, but I stayed with coach, he needed me on that field.
Norma Desmond: We don't need two cars, we have a car. Not one of those cheap new things made of chromium and spit, an Isotta-Fraschini. Have you ever heard of Isotta-Fraschini? All handmade. Cost me $28,000.
Frank Lopez: You know what a chazzer is? Tony Montana: No, Frank, you tell me. What is a chazzer? Frank Lopez: It's a Yiddish word for "pig." See, the guy, he wants more than what he needs. He don't fly straight no more.
[Donkey thinks he's dying] The Donkey: Hey, where're you going? Oh man, I can't feel my toes! [Looks down and yelps] The Donkey: I don't have any toes! [sits down] The Donkey: I think I need a hug.
Kambei Shimada: Go to the north. The decisive battle will be fought there. Gorobei Katayama: Why didn't you build a fence there? Kambei Shimada: A good fort needs a gap. The enemy must be lured in. So we can attack them. If we only defend, we lose th...
Kyle: Let me have some candy, Cartman. Cartman: Let's see, hmm, nope, I don't have any Jewish candy. Kyle: Fine! Like you really need all that chocolate, fat boy!
Buzz: This is an intergalactic emergency. I need to commandeer your vessel to Sector 12. Who's in charge here? All Aliens: [pointing up] The clawwwwwwwww! Alien #1: The claw is our master. Alien #2: The claw chooses who will go and who will stay. Woo...
