Quotes of: Nick Keyword

Nick: Did you hear about the happy Roman? Man in Locker Room: Yeah. Nick: He was "glad he ate her."

The Deer Hunter

Sharon Schieber: Nick Dunne. You're probably the most hated man in America right now. Did you kill your wife, Nick?

Gone Girl

Nick Naylor: [out loud] "I just need to pay the mortgage." Nick Naylor: [to self] The Yuppie Nuremberg defense.

Thank You for Smoking

Sometmes when you pull knives on people, they get this impression that you're going to hurt them, and then they're completely terrified. Crazy, I know!" "Okay," said Nick. He turned to Jamie & popped his left wrist sheath again. "Look." Jamie backed ...

The Demon's Covenant

Mr. Goodkat: [his first lines] There was a time. Nick: [groggily looks at his watch] 4:35. Mr. Goodkat: You misunderstood. I wasn't asking for the time, I was just saying... there was a time. Nick: There was a time? Mr. Goodkat: Mmm-hmm. Take Brown S...

Lucky Number Slevin

This isn't a trunk monkey, is it." Nick "No. It's not. It's a memento from your enemies." Caleb "Yeah, well, at least it makes my heart surgery scar look cooler." Nick

Illusion

Maybe he likes the look of Mae," Nick drawled. "Don't be ridiculous." Nick raised his eyebrows. "Does he like the look of Jamie?

The Demon's Lexicon

Nick Dunne: [last lines] Nick Dunne: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Gone Girl

Polly Bailey: How about it Nick, are you a tit man? Bobby Jay Bliss: Don't answer that, that's a trap. Nick Naylor: Depends on the tits.

Thank You for Smoking

Steve Rogers: [relieved] Nick Fury, you son of a bitch! Nick Fury: Whoa ho ho! You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Nick Fury: [having discovered a security breach] What are you doing, Mr Stark? Tony Stark: Uh, kind of been wondering the same thing about you. Nick Fury: You're supposed to be locating the Tesseract! Bruce Banner: We are! The model's locked and we'r...

The Avengers

I was raised to be ashamed of my ignorance, and to try to do something about it if at all possible.

Essays from the Nick of Time: Reflections and Refutations

Nick pulled a business card out of a pocket and handed it to Elphaba. It read , next to a moving image of Nick, mugging for the camera. “I finally get to use my Harry Potter business cards!

The Goodwill Grimoire

If I win in the nick of time, I’ll spread my congrats evenly to every Nick in the stands. I’ll give them all one watch, because we all share time, so they can share the watch.

This Book is Not FOR SALE

Nick the Greek: Just get me a sample. Tom: No can do. Nick the Greek: What's that? Some place near Katmandu? Meet me halfway, mate.

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

Tom: Look, it's all completely chicken soup. Nick the Greek: It's what? Tom: It's kosher. As Christmas. Nick the Greek: The Jews don't celebrate Christmas, Tom.

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

Jeff Megall: [Talking to Nick on the phone, late at night] Gotta go. London. It's 7 AM in the Old Empire. Nick Naylor: When do you sleep? Jeff Megall: [pause] Sunday.

Thank You for Smoking

Nick Naylor: [Narrating a section of Heather's article] Nick Naylor lead spokesman for big tobacco will have you believe that cigarettes are harmless, but really he's doing it for the mortgage.

Thank You for Smoking

Maria Hill: Sir, those cards were in Phil Coulson's locker, not his pocket. Nick Fury: They needed a push in the right direction. [sees the Quinjet takes off] Nick Fury: They got it.

The Avengers

Has she glanced you way yet?" Twice," Nick said on a note of satisfaction. Meaning?" Nick glanced at him. "She's not completely disinterested." I see Moreland. That makes it an even half dozen hanging out for a rich wife. Four looking for their secon...

His Wicked Ways

Shut up. Take down your pants. I'm going to mark you as mine." Nick squeaked and held onto his belt, fighting Damian for possession of it. "Here? Everyone will hear. They'll know!" "I want them to know," Damian said, winning the wrestling match for t...

A Strong Hand