Geppetto: [waking up to a loud crashing noise] Who's there? Pinocchio: It's me. Geppetto: [relieved] Oh, it's me. [starts to lie back down, then suddenly sits up boltright] Geppetto: Huh? Shhh! Figaro, there's somebody in here!
Tracy Lord: Dexter, say something. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, I... Tracy Lord: Oh, Dexter, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, that's no good. That's not even conversation.
Uncle Willie: [leering at Liz] Ah Ms. Embry, you're a vision of lovliness. May I offer you a cocktail? Or champagne? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh champagne, I've never had enough. Uncle Willie: You will... tonight.
Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump] Dinah Lord: What's wrong? Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.
Seth Lord: What most wives fail to realize is that their husband's philandering has nothing whatever to do with them. Tracy Lord: Oh? Then what has it to do with? Seth Lord: A reluctance to go grow old, I think.
Indiana: There's a big snake in the plane, Jock! Jock: Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie. Indiana: I hate snakes, Jock! I hate 'em! Jock: Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya!
Rosemary Woodhouse: What's in this drink? Minnie Castevet: Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails. Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh? And what if we wanted a girl? Minnie Castevet: Do you? Rosemary Woodhouse: Well, it would be nice if the first one was a boy.
Officer Lewis: I asked him his name. He didn't know. Bob Morton: Oh, great. Let me make it real clear to you. He doesn't have a name. He's got a program. He's product. Is that clear?
Rocky: Adrian! Fight Announcer: Your fans out there deserve a rematch! Rocky: It ain't gonna be no rematch! Oh, come on! I had enough things in my face tonight! Adrian! Fight Announcer: You heard him, Ladies and...
Bob (park ranger): I'm not allowed to carry a gun! Female Tourist: Oh you're not allowed to carry a gun? I got a goddamned gun! If I'd'a known this was gonna happen, I'd'a brought my mother-fuckin' gun! Help!
Miss Kenton: What's in that book? Come on, let me see! Stevens: This is my private time. You're invading it. Miss Kenton: Oh, is that so? Stevens: Yes. Miss Kenton: I'm invading your private time, am I? Stevens: Yes.
Princess Ann: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to. Joe Bradley: Like what? Princess Ann: Oh, you can't imagine. I-I'd do just whatever I liked all day long.
Marian: Oh, Clucky, surely he must know how much I really love him. Clucky: But of course, my dear. Believe me, someday soon, your Uncle King Richard will have an outlaw for an in-law!
Lloyd Dobler: Oh... you must think I'm a dick. Diane Court: No, Lloyd, we shared the most intimate thing two people can share... Lloyd Dobler: You shared it with a dick.
C-3PO: Artoo says that the chances of survival are 725 to 1. Actually Artoo has been known to make mistakes... from time to time... Oh dear...
Max Von Mayerling: You see those offices up there? That was Madame's dressing room, the whole row. Joe Gillis: Didn't leave much for Wallace Reid. Max Von Mayerling: Oh, he had a big bungalow on wheels.
Sabrina Fairchild: I might as well be reaching for the moon. Baron St. Fontanel: The moon? Baron St. Fontanel: [laughs] Oh, you young people! You are so old-fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!
Ed: [Directing Shaun on where to shoot] There! Shaun: Where? Ed: Three o'clock! Dianne: Oh! Over there again. Quarter to twelve. Shaun: What? David: Eleven forty-five! Shaun: Keep it simple! Ed: Top left!
Shaun: All right, I've got a car outside, but it's going to be a bit cramped, so has anyone got transport? Dianne: Yes, yes! Shaun: Great, where? Dianne: Oh? No, well I passed my test.
James T. Kirk: Wait, are you guys... are you guys fighting? Nyota Uhura: I'd rather not talk about it, sir... James T. Kirk: Oh my GOD, what is that even like?
Jack: Fucking chick's married, man. Miles Raymond: What? Jack: Her husband works a night shift or something, and he comes home and catches me on the floor with my cock in his wife's ass. Miles Raymond: Oh, Jesus Christ.
