Newman: I can't hear anything, my ear is... I can't believe you did that. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: You think I should have bargained with that guy? Newman: Yeah I do. You could've missed. You could've killed me. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yea...
Sean: Do you like books? Will: Yeah. Sean: [points to wall] Did you read any of these books? Will: I don't know. Sean: [points to shelf] How about any of these books? Will: Probably not. Sean: What about the ones on the top shelf? You read those? Wil...
The Schofield Kid: Like I was saying, you don't look no meaner-than-hell, cold-blooded, damn killer. Will Munny: Maybe I ain't. The Schofield Kid: Yeah, well, Uncle Pete says you was the meanest goddamn son-of-a-bitch alive, and if I ever wanted a pa...
Real Toby: So, how do you cope with loneliness, Harvey? Real Harvey: Uh, did I say I watch television? Real Toby: Yeah. You mentioned you watch TV, you listen to your jazz records, you read, you write. You do your stick figures so you could plan for ...
Oh, misfortune, I forgive you when you come alone.
One chops the wood, and the other shouts "Oh, my back!"
David Kleinfeld: [watching an Italian man dancing with Gail] You're gonna let this fuckin' goombah paw your woman like that? Carlito: Hey, they're just dancin'. Don't you appreciate that? The movement. The rhythm. What I don't appreciate is he's got ...
Yao: [at the waterhole] Hey, Ping. Mulan: Oh, hi, guys. I didn't know you were here. I was just washing, so now I'm clean, and I'm gonna go. Bye-bye! Ling: Come back here! I knew we were jerks to you before, so, let's start over. Hi, I'm Ling. Chien-...
Whisper me a kiss… Softly… softly brushing my cheek As an - Oh! - so delicate caress… A gentle kiss upon my fingertips, So healing in its tenderness… Breathing your kiss upon my mouth, You softly whisper me a kiss… Oh! Whisper me a kiss… ...
Oh man sometimes I wake up feel like a cat runover. Are you familiar with the stoical aspects of hard drinking, of heavy drinking? Oh it's heavy. Oh it's hard. It isn't easy. Jesus, I never meant me any harm. All I wanted was a good time.
Mr. Bennet: [upon finding a very upset Mary] Mary, my dear Mary. [hugs her] Mr. Bennet: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Mary Bennet: [sobbing] I've been practicing all week. Mr. Bennet: I know, my dear. Mary Bennet: [sobbing] I hate balls!
Kay Eiffel: [sees Harold for the first time] Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Harold Crick: Miss Eiffel? Kay Eiffel: Your hair. Your eyes. Your fingers. Your shoes. Harold Crick: Hello. I'm Harold Crick. Kay Eiffel: I know.
Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?” “I wasn’t,” he shouts. “I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.” Ethan scoffs. “Yeah, you did.” “I’m an idiot.” “Yeah, you are.” “Shut up.
So life isn't exciting?" continued Gary. "Great. Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight. I'll still have a job on Monday. Yeah?" He turned and looked at Richard. Richard nodded, hesitantly. "Yeah.
Jacob: You know you look like an angel, Louie? Like an overgrown cherub. Anyone ever tell you that? Louis: [smiling] Yeah, you. Every time you see me. Jacob: You're a lifesaver, Louie. Louis: [smiling] Yeah, I know.
John McClane: [Zeus has picked up a stray gold ingot and attempts to carry it out with him] Put that shit down. Zeus: No fuckin' way. John McClane: They ain't gonna let you keep it. Zeus: Yeah, yeah, we'll see.
Bob Morton: Let's get out of here. Listen, Reed. Sgt. Reed: Yeah. Bob Morton: Try and keep one thing in mind. This project doesn't concern cops. It's classified. It's OCP. Got it, mister? Sgt. Reed: Yeah, I got it.
Doctor: Ray, do you want to stay and live with Charlie? Raymond: Yeah. Doctor: Or do you want to go back to Walbrook? Raymond: Yeah. Doctor: Which is it? Go back to Walbrook or stay with Charlie Babbitt? Raymond: Go back to Walbrook, stay with Charli...
Gilbert: Did you ever see a beached whale on television? Becky: Yeah. Gilbert: Yeah. That's her. That's my mom. Becky: [pauses] What about your dad? Gilbert: Uh, some other day. Some other day.
Eli Lapp: If you are well enough to do that, can you work for me? John Book: Yeah, how can I help? Eli Lapp: Milking, maybe. John Book: Milking. Eli Lapp: Yes, you know, cows. John Book: Yeah. I've seen pictures.
[at Paul Allen's apartment, empty and painted white] Real estate agent: You saw the ad in the Times? Patrick Bateman: No... Yeah, I mean yeah, in the Times. Real estate agent: There was no ad in the Times. I think you should go now.
