Man in Line for Santa: Young man. Hey, kid! Just where do you think you're going? Ralphie: Going up to see Santa. Man in Line for Santa: The line ENDS here. It begins THERE. [Points to the very end of a very long line]
Carlito: [voiceover] There is a line you cross, you don't never come back from. Point of no return. Dave crossed it. I'm here with him. That's means I am going along for the ride. The whole ride. All the way to the end of the line, wherever that is.
[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: I used to kill for the CIA.
[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? Well... [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: ...I used to kill for the CIA.
[to Nancy, about being a photojournalist] Larry: People just don't understand what is involved in this. This an art-form! You know, I think that most people just think that I hold a camera and point at stuff, but there is a *heck* of a lot more to it...
Kingsley Shacklebolt: [pointing his wand at Lupin] The last words that Albus Dumbledore said to the pair of us. Remus Lupin: "Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him."
Professor Henry Jones: I'm sorry about your head though. But I thought that you were one of them. Indiana Jones: Dad, they come in through the doors. Professor Henry Jones: Ha, good point.
Prince Feisal: Gasim's time has come, Lawrence. It is written. T.E. Lawrence: Nothing is written. Sherif Ali: You will not be at Aqaba, English! Go back, blasphemer... but you will not be at Aqaba! T.E. Lawrence: I shall be at Aqaba. That, IS written...
Giosué Orefice: We won! Dora: Yes, we won! It's true. Giosué Orefice: We got a thousand points and we won the game! Daddy and me came in first and now we won the real tank! We won! We won!
Timon: I'm telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities... [he reaches into a hole in a log and various insects skitter out, with him holding a blue bug; he points to the rest of the insects] Timon: Ooh! The little cream-fi...
Scout Barry: We're all told at some point in time that we can no longer play the children's game, we just don't... don't know when that's gonna be. Some of us are told at eighteen, some of us are told at forty, but we're all told.
Christopher "Chris" Wilton: [He stands on the window sill of his future flat and looks down] Have I told you I'm afraid of heights? Chloe Hewett Wilton: Really? Christopher "Chris" Wilton: Yeah. Chloe Hewett Wilton: That could be a problem [Chris sni...
Roger Thornhill: Who are you? Valerian: Mere errand boys carrying concealed weapons. His is pointed at your heart, so, please, no errors of judgment, I beg of you. Roger Thornhill: What is this? A joke or something? Licht: Yes, a joke. We'll laugh in...
[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?
Skinner: [interrogating Linguini after plying him with wine] Have you ever had a pet rat? Linguini: No. Skinner: Did you work in a lab with rats? Linguini: Nooope. Skinner: Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point? Linguini: Nopity, nopity noo.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I've staked my crew's life on the theory that you're a person, actual and whole, and if I'm wrong, you'd best shoot me now... [River cocks the gun she is pointing at Mal] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Or, we could talk more.
Gregory: I must say, I don't believe I belong here with these rogues. I transferred from Yardale where I had a 4.0 grade point average. Cartman: You're a fucking faggot, dude.
Luke Skywalker: [on first seeing the Millenium Falcon] What a piece of junk! Han Solo: She'll make point five past lightspeed. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid. I've made a lot of special modifications myself.
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...
[David raises hand after Ian Faith quits as the band's manager] Derek Smalls: Can I raise a practical question at this point? Are we gonna do "Stonehenge" tomorrow? David St. Hubbins: *NO*, we're not gonna fucking do "Stonehenge"!
Fenster: You do some time, they never let you go. You know. They treat you like a criminal. *I'm* not a criminal. Hockney: You *are* a criminal. Fenster: Now why'd you got to go and do that? (I'm) trying to make a point.
