Eduardo: I'm not afraid of your jelly guns. Dr. Nefario: Oh, this ain't no jelly gun, sunshine. [uses the fart gun on El Macho to knock him out cold from the smell of the stench]
Captain: Do you have a sense of romantic? Lt. Werner: Excuse me? Captain: There, the empty house next to the warehouse. is that for you? Lt. Werner: Not that I would know, isn't that area out of bounds? Captain: Oh yes.
Cop: Sir, the FBI is here. Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, the FBI is here, now? Cop: Yes, sir. Right over there. Dwayne T. Robinson: Hold this. [straightens his jacket] Sergeant Al Powell: Want a breath mint?
Insp. Thomas: [answers phone] Thomas... Yes, that's right... Is this some sort of bloody joke?... What, now? Personally? Oh, yes, I'll... [cut to Thomas arriving at 10 Downing Street, the residence of the British Prime Minister]
Bruce Wayne: [after running into Harvey and Rachel at a restaurant] So, let's put a couple tables together. Harvey Dent: I'm not sure they'll let us. Bruce Wayne: Oh, they should. I own the place.
The Joker: Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent. [climbs up to the cab of a semi truck, the driver of which is dead or unconscious] The Joker: Oh, excuse me, I want to drive! [shoves him out and takes the wheel]
[Gordon and the police arrive to arrest Maroni] Salvatore Maroni: You sure you wanna embarrass me in front of my friends, Lieutenant? Lt. James Gordon: Oh, don't worry. They're coming too.
Marquise de Merteuil: Tell us we should think of the opera. Chevalier Danceny: Oh, it's sublime, don't you find? Marquise de Merteuil: Monsieur Danceny is one of those rare eccentrics who come here to listen to the music.
Chief Insp. Hubbard: [Detective Pearson is about to leave with Mrs. Wendice's small purse around his wrist] Oh, wait a minute, you clot; you can't walk down the street like that - you, you'll be arrested!
Vector: I'm applying for a villain loan. I go by the name of Vector. It's a mathematical term, represented by an arrow with both direction and magnitude. Vector! That's me, because I commit crimes with both direction and magnituide. Oh yeah!
Burke Dennings: Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations? Karl: I'm Swiss! Burke Dennings: Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard.
Chris MacNeil: Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it! Dr. Klein: Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain.
Chili: You weren't on Operation Hastings, Payback. You weren't even in country. Private Payback: Oh, eat shit and die, you fucking Spanish American. You fucking *pogue*! I was there man! I was in the shit with the grunts!
Bruce: All right, anyone else? Hello, how 'bout you, mate? What's your problem? Marlin: Me? I don't... I don't have a problem. Bruce: Oh. Okay... Bruce, Anchor, Chum: [to each other] Denial.
[the dentist is getting ready to pull a patient's tooth when Nigel flies into the window. The dentist spins around, ripping the patient's tooth out] Patient: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Dentist: Oh... well, that's ONE way to pull a too...
Altaira: [swimming in a pool] Come on in. Commander John J. Adams: I didn't bring my bathing suit. Altaira: What's a bathing suit? Commander John J. Adams: [quickly turning his back] Oh, murder!
Carl Showalter: Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
Ninny Threadgoode: Did you know they took my gallbladder out? Evelyn Couch: Uh, no I didn't. Ninny Threadgoode: Oh yes, still in the hospital in a jar. I guess that's where they keep them. Evelyn Couch: I guess.
Sorren: What the hell have you got in there, a piano? Sedgewick: Oh, that's very funny, mate. Sorren: Sedgewick, you won't get this thing through. Sedgewick: [pulling his trunk into the tunnel] I'll cope!
Gamora: And Quill, your ship is filthy. Gamora: [She walks away] Peter Quill: Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting. Rocket Raccoon: You got issues, Quill.
M. Gustave: You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it.
