Valerie Thomas: Susan, we would really like to option this. Susan Orlean: You wanna make it into a movie? Valerie Thomas: Into a movie Susan Orlean: Oh, God!
Sheila: But what of all those sweet words you spoke in private? Ash: Oh that's just what we call pillow talk, baby, that's all.
Russell Hammond: Oh, my God. Holy shit. Fuck! I grew up with that lampshade. I love this kitchen. I fucking love this kitchen!
[first lines] Elaine Miller: I can't believe you wanna be Atticus Finch. Oh, that makes me feel so good. Young William: I like him.
Mr. Gordon: Hey, what are you punks doing? What's going on here? Joe: I'm just uh... Curt Henderson: Oh, hi, Mr. Gordon. What's up?
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Sophomore dies in kiln explosion? Oh My God! I just talked to her last week... She was going to make a pot for me.
Ripley: How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant? Gorman: Thirty eight... simulated. Vasquez: How many *combat* drops? Gorman: Uh, two. Including this one. Drake: Shit. Hudson: Oh, man...
[a facehugger trapped in a stasis tube tries unsuccessfully to attack Burke] Hicks: Looks like love at first sight to me. Oh, he likes you, Burke!
Mortimer Brewster: Wait outside. Dr. Gilchrist: But it's Halloween! Mortimer Brewster: Oh, don't worry about Halloween. The pixies won't be out till after midnight.
[Looking at Paul Allen's business card] Patrick Bateman: Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
Margaret: Miriam, there's no easy way to tell you this, so - your husband - he was granted a divorce from you in 1952. Miriam: Oh, thank God!
Alice: Oh, but that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk. The Rose: But of course we can talk, my dear. Orchid: If there's anyone around worth talking to. Daisy: Or about. [giggles]
Alice: [after the Walrus and the Carpenter] That was a very sad story. Tweedle Dee: Aye, but there's a moral to it. Alice: Oh, a very good moral, if you happen to be an oyster.
Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from? Alice: Oh, I don't come from any garden. Daisy: Do you suppose she's a wildflower?
Alice: Oh dear, everything is *so* confusing. Caterpillar: It is not. Alice: Well, it is to me. Caterpillar: Why? Alice: Well, I can't remember things like I used to, and... Caterpillar: Recite.
Elwood: What kind of music do you usually have here? Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country *and* western.
Venus: Do you want the blue stuff or the green? Olive: The imported, dummy. Venus: Oh, you mean from the *clean* bathtub.
Richard: Susan, what's wrong? Honey, what happened? Lady On The Bus: Oh, my God. She's been shot. Richard: Stop the bus, stop, my wife's been hurt.
Josephine: I'd like to take your picture. Senior Ed Bloom: Oh, you don't need a picture. Just look up "handsome" in the dictionary.
Diego Delgado: How much time do you have? George: Oh, let's see. Twenty-six months. Diego Delgado: Twenty-six months? For murder? I must meet your lawyer.
Corky: So what are you saying? You don't have sex with men? Violet: I don't. Corky: Oh, for Christ's sake, Violet, I heard you. Thin walls, remember?