Grumpy: Now, I'm warnin' ya. Don't let nobody or nothin' in the house. Snow White: Why, Grumpy, you do care. [Kisses the reluctant Grumpy in the head]
Happy: I'd like to dance and tap my feet / But they won't keep in rhythm. / You see, I washed 'em both today / And I can't do nothin' with 'em.
Lina Lamont: If we bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes us feel as though our hard work ain't been in vain for nothin'. Bless you all.
Jake Sully: Give it up, Quaritch! It's all over. Col. Quaritch: [from inside the Amp suit] Nothin's over while I'm breathin'. Jake Sully: I kinda hoped you'd say that.
Nothin' wrong with havin' a cat in the house. They can see what most people can't, like the folks in the Otherworld when they cross back over - the good ones and the bad. And they get rid a mice.
Caroline Crabb: Sold your gunfighter outfit? Turning in your gun? Jack Crabb: Well, sorry, Caroline. Caroline Crabb: There's ain't nothin' in this world more useless than a gunfighter who can't shoot *people*!
Joey: Could you whip him, Pa? Could you whip Shane? Joe Starrett: Don't you ask nothin' but questions? Joey: But could you? Joe Starrett: Ooh, maybe. But there's no call for that, Joey. Shane's on our side.
Kaylee Frye: Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries! Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Oh, God! I can't *know* that! Jayne Cobb: I could stand to hear a little more.
Little Bill Daggett: I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house. Will Munny: Deserve's got nothin' to do with it. [aims gun] Little Bill Daggett: I'll see you in hell, William Munny. Will Munny: Yeah. [fires]
Little Bill Daggett: I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house. Will Munny: Deserve's got nothin' to do with it. Little Bill Daggett: I'll see you in hell William Munny. Will Munny: ...Yeah... Will Munny: [Shoots Little Bill in...
Real Harvey: [introducing on-screen character] Here's our man. Yeah, all right. Here's me. Well, the guy playin' me anyway. Even though he don't look nothin' like me. But, whatever.
A-Rab: Baby John, what are you doin' here? Baby John: Nothin'. A-Rab: What are you doin' nothin' here for? Come on. Baby John: I don't want the guys to see me A-Rab. A-Rab: Why not? Baby John: I'm cryin'. A-Rab: You are? What for? Baby John: I don't ...
What the color is, who the daddy be, who the mama is don't mean nothin'. We a family, carin' for each other. Family make us strong in times of trouble. We all stick together, help each other out. That the real meanin' of family.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
All the same, I don't mean nothin' you wouldn't like yer mas to know about, see? That's straight, that is. It's Art, and that makes all the difference. *When it ain't Art it's dirt, but if it's Art it's all right, see?*
I used to listen to 'Perfect Day' by Hoku every single day in high school! 'On this perfect day, nothin' standin' in my way... Don't you try to rain on my perfect day.' It pumped me up when I was feeling down or defeated, whether it was from the cool...
Max Cherry: I'll bet, besides maybe an afro, you look exactly how you did at 29. Jackie Brown: Well, my ass ain't the same. Max Cherry: Bigger? Jackie Brown: Yeah. Max Cherry: Ain't nothin' wrong with that!
Blondie: If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money. Angel Eyes: [frowning] Why? Blondie: I'll tell you why. [Blondie kicks the coffin lid open] Blondie: Cause there's nothin' in here!
Billy Clanton: Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seeing double. [Billy Clanton draws a knife] Doc Holliday: [takes out a second gun] I have two guns, one for each of ya.
Selena: What's up? Jim: Nothin'. Got a headache. Selena: Bad? Jim: Yeah, it's pretty bad. Selena: Well, why didn't you say anything before? Jim: Well, because I didn't think you'd give a shit.
Derek Vinyard: Every night, thousands of these parasites stream across the border like some fuckin' piñata exploded. [the skinheads laugh] Derek Vinyard: Don't laugh! There's nothin' funny goin' on here! [the skinheads immediately quiet down]
