Scarecrow: Come along, Dorothy. You don't want any of *those* apples. Apple Tree: Are you hinting my apples aren't what they ought to be? Scarecrow: Oh, no. It's just that she doesn't like little green worms!
Tin Woodsman: Here, here. Go away and let us alone. Cowardly Lion: Oh, scared, huh? Afraid, huh? Ah, how long can you stay fresh in that can? Ha ha ha ha.
Roger Rabbit: Boy, what is this, some kind of secret room? Dolores: It's a rotgut room, holdover from Prohibition. Roger Rabbit: Oh, I get it, a speakeasy, a gin mill, a hooch parlor.
Jess: Marriages don't break up on account of infidelity. It's just a symptom that something else is wrong. Harry Burns: Oh really? Well, that "symptom" is fucking my wife.
Honey: Oh, I don't know, a little brandy maybe. "Never mix, never worry!" George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you? Martha: Sure! "Never mix, never worry!"
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Gone! Gone! We've got to find him, you understand? We've got to find him before he kills someone! What have I done? Oh God in Heaven! What have I done?
[first lines] Columbus: Oh, America. I wish I could tell you that this was still America, but I've come to realize that you can't have a country without people. And there are no people here. No, my friends. This is now the United States of Zombieland...
Well I knew JD could go out there and knock the guy out because in training I told JD all the time that he has height, reach and size and he has the power. JD has such a right hand, his right hand is like wow, oh man it is bad.
The more science I studied, the more I saw that physics becomes metaphysics and numbers become imaginary numbers. The farther you go into science, the mushier the ground gets. You start to say, 'Oh, there is an order and a spiritual aspect to science...
Nashville is a boys' club of redneck conservative ideas. But they're ready to embrace gay people. I never felt for one second that someone was judging me. Some people are like, 'Oh, I love gay people' in that 'I have lots of black friends' kind of wa...
I wouldn't call myself a synaesthete in the sense that Nabokov was. But I'll talk about a sound as being cold blue or dark brown. For descriptive purposes, yes, I often see colors when I'm listening to music and think, 'Oh, there's not enough sort of...
For the longest time, I didn't even want to admit I was serious about music. Before the Shins, I would tell myself, 'Oh, I'm going to figure something out someday.' I had this romantic vision of being this old dude maybe making guitars or something.
I know that there are going to be people that don't like my music, but I think in the industry itself it is always that, 'Oh. you're from the 'X Factor.' There have been certain radio stations that will not play your song because you are from the 'X ...
Apparently nobody really read it, it was a cheap movie, it fit their schedule in terms of things so fine, let the guy make that high school comedy. I used to work with Mel Brooks so they figured oh it's going to be one of those really silly movies an...
You grow up loving movies, and your first instinct is you want to be an actor, because those are the people you see in the movies. But when you actually become an actor, you're like, 'Oh, wait, this is actually only a small portion of the storytellin...
Kostya Novotny: [as he arrives late for the party] So how can you start this party without me? Monty Brogan: Oh shut up, you fat Russian fuck! Kostya Novotny: Fat UKRANIAN fuck!
Elena: Oh, we're going home. We have just spent three months calibrating the new antennae at Tchalinko... And what about you? Dr. Floyd: I'm just on my way up to Clavius.
Psychiatrist: Your parents say you're always lying. Antoine Doinel: Oh, I lie now and then, I suppose. Sometimes I'd tell them the truth and they still wouldn't believe me, so I prefer to lie.
Jim Lovell: [pointing to a large "NO" note on the control panel] What is that? Jack Swigert: Oh, I was getting a little punchy and I didn't want to cut the LEM loose with you guys still in it. Jim Lovell: That's good thinking.
Ash: Oh you little bastards! All right, I'll crush each and every last one of ya! I'll squash you so hard you'll have to look down to look up! Mini Ash: Hey dumbass!
[First Lines] [Tick is hit in back of head with beer can, falls] Felicia: Are you Okay?... [Felicia grabs mic] Felicia: Oh that was fucking charming, you gutless pack of dickheads.
