Conrad "Con" Jarrett: [about Karen's suicide] I feel bad about this! I feel really, really bad about this! Just let me feel bad about this! Dr. Berger: Okay. I feel bad about it, too.
Grandpa: And as they reached for each other... [stops reading] The Grandson: What? What? Grandpa: Ah, it's kissing again. You don't want to hear that. The Grandson: I don't mind so much. Grandpa: Oh, okay. [keeps reading]
[last lines] Christopher: Knock, knock. Christopher Gardner: Who's there? Christopher: Nobody. Christopher Gardner: Nobody who? [Christopher says nothing] Christopher Gardner: Christopher, nobody who? [Christopher says nothing] Christopher Gardner: [...
Jack Barry: [prepping for the show] My light okay? My nose doesn't look big? Stage worker: You look great Jack. Jack Barry: Last week I looked like a sun dial.
Jessica: You Okay, man? How do you feel? Nate: Not good. I mean, that... that was crazy. They just fight like that? Jessica: Nate, I'm not asking you how you're feeling. Nate: Right. Sorry.
Sheila Broflovski: Remember what the MPAA says; Horrific, Deplorable violence is okay, as long as people don't say any naughty woids! That's what this war is all about!
Kenny's Mom: Well, fine. You go ahead and miss church and then when you die and go to hell, you can answer to Satan! Kenny: [pauses] Okay!
Begbie: [In Renton's head, under his bedsheets] Well, this is a good fucking laugh, ain't it? You sweat that shite out of your system. 'Cause if I come back and it's still here... I'll fucking kick it out. Okay?
Swan: Did you see him get busted? Cochise: I seen him, then he wasn't there no more... I was hauling ass! Swan: Why don't you look around and make sure we're okay. Rembrandt: This is a graveyard!
Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: [approaching the bin Laden compound] Who here has been in a helo crash before? [every hand goes up] Patrick - Squadron Team Leader: Okay, so we're all good.
The big advantage that we have as a venture capital firm over a hedge fund or a mutual fund is we have a 13-year lockup on our money. And so enterprise can go in and out of fashion four different times, and we can go and invest in one of these compan...
I'm willing to give up a little control but not a lot. So I say I want the money, but when push comes to shove, I'm not sure I'll be able to compromise in order to make the big studio movie. Maybe something in between would be okay, like a low-budget...
We have to unclutter our brains from worries that maybe people don't like us. Women tend to worry about popularity; it doesn't matter if they like you. They need to respect you. They need to show that respect for you in your pay check. And that needs...
When you feel sad, it's okay. It's not the end of the world. Everyone has those days when you doubt yourself, and when you feel like everything you do sucks, but then there's those days when you feel like Superman. It's just the balance of the world....
I think as a whole America is dealing with the issue of homophobia. We got to be really honest about whether we believe in civil rights for all people or not. As Black people we need to remember the moment that we say it's okay to disenfranchise one ...
Ivan: So, what do you want to do? Adam Pedersen: [ironically] I wanna bake an apple pie. Ivan: [seriously] Okay, you'll bake an apple pie! That's your task.
Donald Kaufman: Okay, well here's the twist. We find out that, that the killer really suffers from multiple personality disorder, right? See, he's actually really the cop and the girl. All of them are him. Isn't that fucked up?
[First Lines] [Tick is hit in back of head with beer can, falls] Felicia: Are you Okay?... [Felicia grabs mic] Felicia: Oh that was fucking charming, you gutless pack of dickheads.
Jake Sully: [Making a video log] Do I have to do this now? Like, I really need to get some rack. Dr. Grace Augustine: Yes now, while it's still fresh. Jake Sully: Okay, uh... location: shack.
Eversmann: You okay? Todd Blackburn: Excited. In a good way. I've been training my whole life for this. Eversmann: You ever shot at anybody before? Todd Blackburn: No Sergeant. Eversmann: Me neither.
High-School Band Audition Judge: Okay, that's enough. Thank you, fellas. Hold it. Hold it, fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Bring up the next group, please.
