Nicholas Angel: [investigating Tim Messenger's murder] Did you find anything? DS Andy Wainwright: Yeah, I looked at my watch, and I found out that it's way past time to stop working and that I should be at the pub!
Harry: You're a right foul git, you know that? Ron: You think so? Harry: I know so! Ron: Anything else? Harry: Yeah, stay away from me! Ron: Fine.
Rob: Where's Ian? Or Ray, or... what is his fucking name, anyway? What do you call him, Ian or Ray? Laura: Ray. I hate Ian. Rob: I hate him too. Laura: Yeah... I'm sure.
Phil Wenneck: Whose fucking baby is that? Stu Price: Alan, are you sure you didn't see anyone else in the suite? Alan Garner: Yeah, I checked all the rooms... no one's there. Check its collar or something.
Lesra: Why'd you do all that? Terry Swinton: 'Cause you were smart and funny. Sam Chaiton: And short. We figured it'd be good for you to spend a little time with some tall white people. Terry Swinton: Yeah, Absolutely.
Helen: [on getting no response from the island's air tower, Helen reaches for her superhero costume, then pulls back] Easy, Helen, easy, easy girl. You're overreacting, everything's fine, they're just... all getting coffee! At the same time. Yeah.
Rita: Sam, I worry. I worry sometimes. Sam: Yeah... do you worry that you did something wrong? Rita: No. I worry that I've gotten more out of this relationship than you.
Esteban Vihaio: What were we talking about? The Bride: Bill. Where's Bill? Esteban Vihaio: Where's Bill? Yeah... Hmm... Bill is on the Villa Quatro, on the road to Salina. I will draw you a map.
Harmony: Well, for starters, she's been fucked more times than she's had a hot meal. Harry: Yeah, I heard about that. It was neck-and-neck and then she skipped lunch.
Perry: Do you have to smoke? Harry: Do you want me to put it out, when we get near the...? Perry: Yeah, as soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs. Just throw it in there.
Tigress: One would think that Master Oogway would choose someone who actually knew kung fu. Crane: Yeah, or could at least touch his toes. Monkey: Or even see his toes.
Eddie: The entire British empire was built on cups of tea... Bacon: Yeah, and look what happened to that. Eddie: ...And if you think I'm going to war without one, mate, you're mistaken.
[from trailer] Clyde Shelton: You're the one who makes deals with murderers yeah? Well I've come to make mine. Release me. Nick Rice: [smugly] Or what? Clyde Shelton: Or I kill everyone.
[Millen plays the bagpipes as British troops march toward the Germans] Pvt. Clough: There it is, he's at it again! Have you ever heard such a racket in all your life? Private Flanagan: Yeah, it takes an Irishman to play the pipes.
Adult Simba: Well... Timon: Yeah? Adult Simba: Somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us. Pumbaa: Really? Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?
Emmet: Isn't there a good cop? Bad Cop: [Changes to good cop] Hi buddy! Want a cup of water? Emmet: Yeah, actually. Bad Cop: [Changes back to bad cop] [Smacks water away] Bad Cop: Too bad!
Mathilda: Sleep well? Léon: I never really sleep well. Got one eye open, always. Mathilda: Yeah, I forgot. You know, I never saw someone with one eye open snore so much.
Sara: This is a Remington 870. One blast could cut you the fuck in half. Joe: In half. Yeah, that's telling. You're holding a gun, I say I'm not afraid, so you describe the gun to me. It's not the gun I'm not afraid of.
Abe: My great-grandfather told my grandfather, "Men are like spiders. It's the little ones you've got to be careful of." Joe: Don't know I agree with that. Abe: Yeah? Huh. What the fuck did my great-grandfather know?
The Boss: [showing a picture] That was my son. Notice how I said was? Slevin: Yeah. The Boss: That's because he's dead. Murdered. Relegated to the past tense. Sent from an is to a was before he'd had his breakfast. Slevin: Bummer.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are Mikey and Danny really dead? Marcus Luttrell: I don't know. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are we dead? Marcus Luttrell: Negative. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: We're good right? Marcus Luttrell: Fuck yeah. We're solid.
