Dr. Yen Lo: I'm sure you've all heard the old wives' tale that no hypnotized subject may be forced to do that which is repellent to his moral nature, whatever that may be. Nonsense of course.
Vin: What're you gonna do when Calvera comes? Old Man: At my age, a little excitement is welcome. Don't worry. Why would he kill me? Bullets cost money.
Harlequin Demon: [singing] Won't they be impressed, I am a ge-ni-us! See how I transform this old rat inTO a most deLIGHTful hat!
Duke: Allie was surprised how quickly she fell in love with Lon Hammond. He was handsome, smart, funny, sophisticated, and charming. He also came from old Southern money and was fabulously wealthy.
Clark Griswald: So, this is the old homestead, eh? Cousin Eddie: Yeah. I don't know for how much longer, though. The bank's been after me like flies on a rib roast.
Clark: Oh Ellen, the old west was dirty. Everything isn't like home. If everything were like home, there would be no reason for leaving home. Right, Rusty?
[Levy suggested that writers could be eliminated and any old news story could provide a movie story idea] Bonnie Sherow: "Further Bond Losses Push Dow Down 7.15." I see Connery as Bond.
[looking at an old picture of the Ark] Colonel Musgrove: Now, what's that supposed to be coming out of there? Indiana: Lightning. Fire. The power of God or something. Major Eaton: I'm beginning to understand Hitler's interest in this.
[OCP executive Bob Morton is interviewed on Mediabreak] Robert 'Bob' Morton: At Security Concepts, we're projecting the end of crime in Old Detroit within forty days. There's a new guy in town. His name is RoboCop.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Wait a minute. Is the safety on Old Betsy? Trigger: [tapping the side of the crossbow] You bet it is, Sheriff. Sheriff of Nottingham: That's what I'm afraid of. You go first.
Pancho Barnes: Why Yeager, you old bastard. Don't just stand there like some lonesome god-damn mouse-shit sheepherder. Get your ass over here and have a drink.
First assistant director: [about Norma Desmond] She must be a million years old. Cecil B. DeMille: I hate to think where that puts me. I could be her father.
Becky: Sure, there's money. Sure, you can move my mom into Old Town, and let her know that her daughter's a goddamn whore. Schutz: [sarcastically] Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
Stuart Ullman: The police thought that it was what the old-timers used to call cabin fever. A kind of claustrophobic reaction which can occur when people are shut in together over long periods of time.
Leonard 'Bones' McCoy: Wait a minute, kid. How old are you? Pavel Chekov: Seventeen, sir. Leonard 'Bones' McCoy: Oh... oh, good, he's seventeen. Spock: Doctor... Mr. Chekov is correct.
Woody: Day care is a sad lonely old place for toys who don't have a home. Barbie: ...WAAAAGH! Hamm the Piggy Bank: Quite the charmer, ain'tya?
Rooster Cogburn: [looks up at the hanging corpse] Is it Cheney? Mattie Ross: I would not recognize the soles of his feet. Rooster Cogburn: Well, you'll have to clamber up and look. I'm too old and too fat.
Mattie Ross: There's an old song that says: One white foot buy 'em, two white feet try 'em, three white feet be on the sly, four white feet pass 'em by.
Old Man: I just can't take no pleasure in killing. There's just some things you gotta do. Don't mean you have to like it.
Jeff Megall: [Talking to Nick on the phone, late at night] Gotta go. London. It's 7 AM in the Old Empire. Nick Naylor: When do you sleep? Jeff Megall: [pause] Sunday.
John Van Horne: I'm just an untalented old has-been. Dorothy Michaels: Were you ever famous? John Van Horne: No. Dorothy Michaels: Then how can you be a has-been?
