Ferris: [Hiding on the floor of the taxi while his father is in the car next to him] What's he doing? Sloane: He's licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.
Wardaddy: Next German you see with a weapon you rake the dog shit outta him, I don't care if it's a baby with a butter knife in one hand and momma's left titty in the other.
Sipsey: Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!
[last lines] Peter Quill: What should we do next: Something good, something bad? Bit of both? Gamora: We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord. Peter Quill: A bit of both!
Daniel Schorr: [on TV] A staggering 57% of American workers believe there is a very real chance they will be unemployed in the next 5 to 7 years. But what does that matter to a bloated millionaire fat-cat like you?
Sally: Why do I always have to sit next to the exes? Is this some kind of a hint, sweetheart? Anyway, shouldn't the exes have a table of their own, where they can all ex together in ex-quisite agony?
Cate Wilson: Hachi? Hachi? Oh, old thing! You're still waiting. That's right. If it's all right, could I wait with you for the next train? Yeah? Thanks.
[last lines] Lowell Bergman: What do I tell the my source for the next tough story, huh? 'Hang in with us, you'll be ok maybe'? No. What got broken here doesn't go back together.
Lt. Colonel Oiso: We will make a run for Motoyama. There is no cover for 2 kilometers, it will be every man for himself. See you on the other side, if not on this earth, then in the next world.
Yuri Orlov: I am not a fool. I know that just because they needed me that day didn't mean they wouldn't make me a scapegoat the next.
Gerry Conlon: When can I go back to Belfast? Detective: Next time you'll see Belfast, they'll be flying day trips to the moon. Gerry Conlon: I always wanted to be an astronaut.
[Barbossa pulls the bloody dagger from his chest] Barbossa: I'm curious. After killing me what is it you're planning on doing next?
Errol: Fuckface, who's speaking to you? He asked him, didn't he? Turkish: Fuckface... I like that one Errol. I'll have to remember that one next time I'm climbing off yer mum.
[first lines] Evan: Yo. Seth: Hey, man, I was doing some research for next year and I think I figured out which website I wanna subscribe to. The Vag-Tastic Voyage.
[first lines] Bandit second-in-command: We'll take this place next. Bandit Chief: We took it last autumn. They haven't got anything worth taking yet. Let's wait.
Anakin Skywalker: I sense Count Dooku. Obi-Wan Kenobi: I sense a trap. Anakin Skywalker: Next move? Obi-Wan Kenobi: [smiling] Spring the trap.
Woody's Roundup Announcer: Will Woody and Bullseye land to safety? Can they reach Jessie and Stinky Pete in time? Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion: "Woody's Finest Hour"!
Rose: [whispering to Jack] Next it will be brandies in the smoking room. Col. Archibald Gracie: [to everybody] Join me in a brandy, gentlemen? Rose: [whispering to Jack] Now they will retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being...
[last lines] Lt. Morris Schaffer: Do me a favor, will you? Next time you have one of these things, keep it an all-British operation. Major John Smith: I'll try, Lieutenant.
Withnail: This place is uninhabitable. Marwood: Give it a chance. It's got to warm up. Withnail: Warm up? We may as well sit round this cigarette. This is ridiculous. We'll be found dead in here next spring.
Arab leaders worry more about making money from the profits they get from oil and gas that they turn the other way when Lebanon is being destroyed right next to them. Their neighbours are being murdered, but they only make calculations for their own ...
