Marlin: He's my son, he was taken by these divers... Dory: Oh my, you poor fish. Chum: Humans. Think they own everything. Anchor: Probably American...
Ferris: Don't worry about it, I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours. Cameron: Oh, thanks.
Grace: Oh, Ed. You just sounded like Dirty Harry just then. Ed Rooney: Really? Thanks, Grace.
Ninny Threadgoode: Oh, what I wouldn't give for a plate of fried green tomatoes like we used to have at the cafe. Ooh!
Bereet: Peter, what happened? Peter Quill: Oh... hey, um... Bereet: Bereet! Peter Quill: Bereet. I'm gonna be totally honest, I forgot you were here.
[last lines] James Bond: Oh, no you don't. [Bond grabs Pussy to pull her down as she is waving to a helicopter] James Bond: This is no time to be rescued. [Bond kisses Pussy passionately]
Mrs. Braddock: What makes you think she wants to marry you? Benjamin: Oh, she doesn't. To be perfectly honest, she doesn't like me.
Benjamin: Elaine, would you just tell me where he proposed to you? Benjamin: [shouting after her as she leaves the library] Oh God, it wasn't in his car, was it?
Wray: That's my jacket. I looked for that jacket for two weeks. Cherry: Oh, really, Wray? How long did you look for me? Wray: The jacket belonged to me. You didn't.
Carol: Oh... guys? Don't stay in here all day. I had to take the batteries out of the carbon monoxide detector; it was beeping all night.
Sam: We're not gonna make out or anything, okay? Andrew Largeman: What? Sam: Oh, I'm sorry. I just totally ruined that moment, didn't I?
Andrew Largeman: We're not playing Spin the Bottle; how old are we? More importantly, how old are they? Jesse: Oh, they're all legal. I think...
Walt Kowalski: Oh, I've got one. A Mexican, a Jew, and a colored guy go into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here."
Scarlett: Oh Ashley, Ashley, I love you. Ashley: Scarlett... Scarlett: I love you, I do.
Marv: [pulls on a light chain attached to an iron in the laundry chute. Notices the chain coiling and looks up to see the iron falling face first toward him] Uh-oh.
Gobber: Meet the Terrible Terror! Tuffnut: Ha! It's like the size of my... [the Terror leaps onto his face] Tuffnut: OH, GET IT OFF!
Walter Burns: There's been a lamp burning in the window for ya, honey... here. Hildy Johnson: Oh, I jumped out that window a long time ago.
Walter Burns: [ducking from Hildy's throw and reaching for the ringing telephone] Oh, you're losing your arm! You used to be able to pitch better than that.
Walter Burns: [Points at Bruce's boots] Oh and I see you've got your rubbers too, always good to be prepared for anything.
Nicholas Angel: Mr. Porter, what's your wine selection? Roy Porter: Oh, we've got red... and, er... white? Nicholas Angel: I'll have a pint of lager, please.
Bofur: [after falling] Well, that could have been worse... [Great Goblin falls on the dwarves] Dwalin: Oh you've got to be joking!
