Bernadette: [to Tick] Oh, that's a novel idea. Let's stuff ourselves to death. Imagine the headlines: "Whales Beach Themselves In The Outback". "Mystery Bum Sticks Dead In Drag".
Aboriginal Man: So... You actually make money by dressing up like a woman? Tick: Oh, sure. You can make a fine living in a pair of heels.
Drake: They ain't paying us enough for this, man. Dietrich: Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake. Drake: What? Is that a joke? Dietrich: Oh, I wish it were.
Cab Driver: Hey! $22.50! Mortimer Brewster: What? Cab Driver: $22.50! Mortimer Brewster: Oh, yes, looks good on you! Cab Driver: Yeah. Not the suit, the meter!
Jafar: Just... where did you say you were from? Aladdin: [as Prince Ali Ababwa] Oh, uh... uh, much farther than you've traveled, I'm sure. Jafar: Try me.
Donald Kimball: I'm sorry. I should've made an appointment. Was that anything important? Patrick Bateman: Oh, that? Just mulling over business problems, examining opportunities, exchanging rumors, spreading gossip.
Rose: [as Charlie tries to stop her from revealing their plan] Oh stop it, Charlie, we've been through all that. I'm certainly not going to outlive you and that's all there is to it!
Tim: Oh look! I've forgotten this. Jimmy Fontana, Il Mondo. Dad: Greatest record ever recorded by an Italian who looks like he's got a dead badger on his head.
Willie 'Too Big' Hall: You'll never get Matt and Mr. Fabulous out of them high-payin' gigs. Jake: Oh yeah? Well me and the Lord, we have an understanding.
Helen Sinclair: Two martinis please, very dry. David Shayne: How'd you know what I drank? Helen Sinclair: Oh, you want one too? Three.
Lorraine Baines: I think we need a rematch. George McFly: Oh, a rematch. Why? Were you cheating? Lorraine Baines: No. Good morning George McFly: Hello. [Marty collapses onto the floor]
Marty McFly: [arriving in 1955] Oh, this is heavy, Doc. I mean, it's like I was just here yesterday. Doc: You were here yesterday, Marty.
Old Lorraine: Aren't you and Jennifer getting along? Middle-Aged Marty: Oh, yeah, great Mom. We're like a couple o' teenagers, ya know?
Walter Sobchak: [looking at his hero writer Digby Sellers in an iron lung] Does he still write? Pilar, Sellers' Housekeeper: Oh no no, he has health problems.
[being shown a picture Bunny's old farm home] The Dude: Oh boy. How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they've seen Karl Hungus.
Jack Lint: [about his wife's cosmetic surgery] Remember how they used to stick out? Sam Lowry: Oh, um yes. I always used to wonder if they were real. Alison: My ears?
[making a prank phone call] Philip Marlowe: What can I do for you? I can do what? Where? Oh, no, I wouldn't like that. Neither would my daughter.
Lily: So, how is he? Thomas? Nina: I wouldn't know. Lily: Oh come on. Nina: I really don't want to talk about that. Lily: [sarcastically] Ah, okay! You really need to relax.
Bart: I better go check out this Mongo character. [Bart reaches for his gun] Jim: Oh no, don't do that, don't do that. If you shoot him, you'll just make him mad.
Reverend Johnson: Order, order. Goddamnit, I said "order". Howard Johnson: Y'know, Nietzsche says: "Out of chaos comes order." Olson Johnson: Oh, blow it out your ass, Howard.
[first lines] Sid Arbuck: [seeing Holly enter her building] Hey! [he chases her inside] Sid Arbuck: Hey, baby, what's going on here? Holly Golightly: Oh, hi!
