Martin Riggs: The guy who shot me! The same albino jackrabbit son of a bitch who did Hunsacker. Roger Murtaugh: You sure? Martin Riggs: Yeah, I'm sure man. I never forget an asshole.
Yuri Orlov: [encouraging Sierra Leonean natives to remove an illegal shipment from his cargo plane, which has been forced by Interpol to land on a dirt road] Guns, grenades, hooray! Bullets, guns, grenades! Yeah!
Mike: Can I borrow your odorant? Sulley: Yeah, I got, uh, Smelly Garbage or Old Dumpster. Mike: You got, uh, Low Tide? Sulley: No. Mike: How about Wet Dog? Sulley: Yep. Stink it up.
Suzy: It doesn't make me feel very good. I found this on top of our refrigerator. [Pulls out a book "Coping with the very troubled child"] Sam: Does that mean you? Suzy: I think so, yeah.
Slim: You travel around together? George: Yeah. Slim: There ain't many guys travel around together. I don't know why. Maybe everybody in the whole damn world's scared of each other.
Christopher "Chris" Wilton: [standing on the ledge on his new flat] Did I tell you, I'm scared of heights? Chloe Hewett Wilton: Really? Christopher "Chris" Wilton: Yeah Chloe Hewett Wilton: Well that could become a problem
Marvin Dorfler: [in handcuffs] Deal, what deal? Why does he get special treatment? Jack Walsh: See you in L.A. Marvin. Marvin Dorfler: Yeah, well watch your cigarettes with this guy, Jack!
Duke Forrest: Dammit, Henry, Frank Burns is a menace! Every time a patient croaks on him he says it's "God's will" or somebody else's fault. Hawkeye Pierce: Yeah, and this time he blamed it on some kid who was stupid enough to belive him.
O-Dog: I'll be larger then that nigga Steven Seagal I'll be a big-ass-movie-star, shit. A-Wax: Yeah that shit was cool, but I would have it done much better - it's all about A-wax.
Malcolm X: I ordered a single, Jack. Bartender: The double's on that man, Jack. Malcolm X: Who is that? Bartender: That's West Indian Archie. Malcolm X: Yeah? What's his angle? Bartender: Some uh this, some uh that.
Llewelyn Moss: Yeah, I'm going to bring you something, alright. I decided to make you a special project of mine. You ain't going have to come looking for me at all. [Moss hangs up the phone]
Cousin Eddie: Yeah, I bet you could use a cool one, eh? Clark: Now you're talking! [Eddie hands Clark his opened beer he'd been drinking and opens the last fresh one for himself]
Laura Lee: Kansas was all golden and smelled like sunshine. Josey Wales: Yeah, well, I always heard there were three kinds of suns in Kansas, sunshine, sunflowers, and sons-of-bitches.
Marty: Yeah, I'm Martin Vail, from the public defender's office. I'm handling the Aaron Stampler case. Cop: Hmm, The Butcher Boy. Marty: Yes, thank you, I forgot his real name.
Blain: Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here. This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me. Poncho: [holds up his grenade launcher] Yeah, strap this on your "sore ass", Blain.
Macaulay Connor: C.K. Dexter Haven, what kind of a name is that? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Macaulay Connor is no homespun tag, my pet. Macaulay Connor: Yeah, well you just try calling him Macaulay.
John T. Chance: Stumpy? Stumpy: Yeah? John T. Chance: Going over to the hotel for a few minutes. Stumpy: Well, if'n ya don't come back, me 'n' Joe'll have us a good cry.
Johnson: Don't mess with Jones, man. He'll make sushi out of you. Kinney: Yeah, you better be careful. Man, I hear Jones is a real shark. Bob Morton: [turns to Kinney] Who asked you, twerp?
John Mason: You must see a certain pattern emerging here... Alexander Solzenhitsyn... Agent Paxton: Yeah, I heard of him. Didn't he play hockey for the fucking Red Wings? John Mason: That's the chap.
Mr. Blonde: Boy that was really exciting. I bet you're a big Lee Marvin fan aren't ya. Yeah me too. I love that guy. My heart's beatin' so fast I'm about to have a heart attack.
[in a pancake restaurant] Raymond: Maple syrup is supposed to be on the table before the pancakes. Charlie: Ray. Raymond: Yeah? Charlie: [Presents a container of maple syrup] Ta da. Raymond: Ha ha. Charlie Babbitt made a joke.
