[having just sung the words "Love is all around me" instead of "Christmas is all around me" yet again] Billy Mack: Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!
Eleonore: This year you bring a lady guest? Jamie: Ah, no. There's a change of situation. It's just me. Eleonore: Oh, am I sad or not sad? Jamie: Uh, I think you're not surprised.
[Natalie runs up to the Prime Minister at Heathrow airport and leaps into his arms] Prime Minister: God, you weigh a lot! Natalie: Oh, shut your face!
Juliet: Banoffee pie? Mark: No, thanks. Juliet: Thank God. You would've broken my heart if you'd said yes. Mark: Oh, right. Well, lucky you.
Gary: Shotguns? What, like guns that fire shot? Barry the Baptist: Oh, you must be the brains of the operation. Yes, guns that fire shot.
Barry the Baptist: [Barry's video monitor is cutting out] Come on! Not now, please, not... [monitor goes black] Barry the Baptist: Oh, you fucking bastard.
Reg: If you want to join the People's Front of Judea, you have to really hate the Romans. Brian: I do! Reg: Oh yeah, how much? Brian: A lot! Reg: Right, you're in.
Hoggle: [sadly, after Sarah broke free from the crystal] Oh, she'll never forgive me. What have I done? I've lost my only friend. That's what I've done.
[Exley has to perform the interrogation] Jack Vincennes: Are you sure Golden Boy is up to the task, Cap? Captain Dudley Smith: Oh, I think you'd be surprised what the lad is capable of.
Mary Ann: Oh that's nice. So now cheating on your husband makes you a feminist? Sarah Pierce: No, no, no. It's not the cheating. It's the hunger - the hunger for an alternative and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness.
Robin: Oh, I dreamed about your house last night. George: Finished or unfinished? Robin: It was perfect George. Amazing George: Didn't you once dream that you could lick people well?
Old Lodge Skins: You make all things and direct them in their ways, oh Grandfather, and now, you have decided the Human Beings will soon walk a road that leads nowhere.
Marius: Oh, my friends! My friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was for! Empty chairs at empty tables, where my friends shall sing no more.
[first lines] Prince Eric: Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face. Aaah, the perfect day to be at sea! Grimsby: [leaning over rail] Oh, yes urp delightful.
Jacy Farrow: [to Duane, as they're leaving motel room after having sex] Oh, quit prissing. I don't think you done it right, anyway.
Olive: Can I get the, uh, waffles? And, um, what does "a la mode-y" mean? Diner Waitress: Oh that means it comes with ice cream! Olive: Ok. A la mode-y then.
[rolling around on the floor, waving her legs in the air] Premium Fantasy woman: Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!
Ivan: Oh, no. You look like you seen a ghost. Trevor Reznik: Funny you should say that. The guys at work don't think you exist. Ivan: That's why I can't get a raise.
Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.
Dennis: Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away.
Sir Robin: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more? King Arthur: Oh shut up and go and change your armour.
