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.
Aunt Marge: They use the cane at St. Brutus's, boy? Harry: Oh. Yeah, yeah. I... I've been beaten loads of times.
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!
Sid Garner: Don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him. Doug Billings: Understood. Sid Garner: Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him.
[Harry is reading a newspaper] Waitress: "Harry Potter." Who's Harry Potter? Harry Potter: Oh, no one. Bit of a tosser, really.
Albus Dumbledore: [about Hermione] Are you and her...? Harry Potter: Oh no, no, no. I mean, she's brilliant, but we're friends.
Jack: [walking towards the bus carrying all the whites who are leaving Rwanda while the blacks are left behind] Oh, God, I'm so ashamed!
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood?
Virginia Woolf: You return to what? Vanessa Bell: Tonight. Oh, just some insufferable dinner not even you could envy, Virginia. Virginia Woolf: But I do.
