Old Bilbo: In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit-hole and that means good food, a warm hearth, and all the comforts of home.
Norm: [sees Paul's grandfather for the first time] Hey... George, Paul, John, Ringo: [in unison] Who's that little old man? Norm: Well, who is he? Ringo: He belongs to Paul.
Lord Voldemort: [to Dumbledore via Harry's voice] You've lost, old man. Harry Potter: [to Voldemort] You're the weak one. And you'll never know love,or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
Old Servant: You Must Remember! Strong as the arrows Of Quing may be; though they will shatter Our Cities and destroy Our Nation, they shall Never Extinguish Zhao's Written Word. Today, I Shall Teach You the True Spirit of Our Culture!
Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood. Louis: Yankees are not to your taste? Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.
Pvt. Cowboy: God almighty, you guys smell like you fell into a dung heap! Crapgame: Kinda makes ya homesick, don't it? Pvt. Willard: [to Pvt. Cowboy] You know it does, kinda ,don't it old buddy?
Prince Feisal: Which is why my father made this war upon the Turks. My father, Mr Lawrence, not the English. But my father is old and I... I long for the vanished gardens of Cordoba. However, before the gardens must come the fighting.
[regarding the bullet wound on Lawrence's arm] Turkish Bey: Where did you get this wound? T.E. Lawrence: That is old, effendi. Turkish Bey: No, it is recent. You are a deserter. But from which army? Not that it matters at all. A man can't always be i...
Dora: At least they don't make the children and old people work. Female Prisoner: They don't make them work because they kill them! One day, you will hear a lady calling, "Kids, come take a shower," then they gas them!
Gandalf: Go back to the abyss! Fall into nothingness that awaits you and your master! Witch King: Do you not know death when you see it, old man? This is my hour!
Oskar: Are you a vampire? Eli: I live off blood... Yes. Oskar: Are you... dead? Eli: No. Can't you tell? Oskar: But... Are you old? Eli: I'm twelve. But I've been twelve for a long time.
Mike: Can I borrow your odorant? Sulley: Yeah, I got, uh, Smelly Garbage or Old Dumpster. Mike: You got, uh, Low Tide? Sulley: No. Mike: How about Wet Dog? Sulley: Yep. Stink it up.
Ed Crane: I was turning into Ann Nirdlinger, Big Dave's wife. I had to turn my back on the old lady, on the veils, on the ghosts, on the dead. Before they all sucked me in.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Barbara Covett: I had expected a suave young lawyer, and two perfect poppets. Not so. She's married some crumbling patriarch, he's nearly as old as me. And there's the daughter, a pocket princess. And finally, a somewhat tiresome court jester.
Barbara Covett: Here come the local pubescent proles. The future plumbers, shop assistants, and doubtless the odd terrorist too. In the old days, we confiscated cigarettes and wank mags. Now it's knives and crack cocaine. And they call it progress.
Christopher Gardner: I met my father for the first time when I was 28 years old. I made up my mind that when I had children, my children were going to know who their father was.
Seth Lord: What most wives fail to realize is that their husband's philandering has nothing whatever to do with them. Tracy Lord: Oh? Then what has it to do with? Seth Lord: A reluctance to go grow old, I think.
Omar: This were the old way, this says "six Kadan height - " Indiana: About seventy-two inches. Omar: Wait! [turns medallion over] Omar: "And take back one Kadan, to honor the Hebrew God whose ark this is."
James Bond: Red wine with fish. Well that should have told me something. Donald "Red" Grant: You may know the right wines, but you're the one on your knees. How does it feel old man?
Sabrina Fairchild: I might as well be reaching for the moon. Baron St. Fontanel: The moon? Baron St. Fontanel: [laughs] Oh, you young people! You are so old-fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!
