[last lines] Young Writer: [sitting in the lobby] It was an enchanting old ruin. But I never managed to see it again.
Alexander Kerner: All this stuff has to go. Are the old curtains in the cellar? Ariane Kerner: You can't be serious.
[last lines] Old Paul Edgecomb: We each owe a death - there are no exceptions - but, oh God, sometimes the Green Mile seems so long.
Mama Fratelli: Trust your dear old mother boys. Throw 'er into four-wheel drive and hold on to your hats.
Walt Kowalski: [about Korea] We shot men, stabbed them with bayonets, chopped up 17 year olds with shovels.
Mad Dog: You know what I hate? Two groups of people: fucking cops and creeps who betray their old bosses.
Old Sophie: All right Calcifer, let's get cooking. Calcifer: I don't cook! I'm a scary and powerful fire demon!
[in the secret garden] Old Sophie: Did you use your magic to make this? Howl: Only a little, just to help the flowers grow.
Old Sophie: It was a pleasure meeting you, even if you are my least favorite vegetable! Take care, Turniphead!
Old Sophie: Are you the one moving this castle? Calcifer: Of course I am! No one else does any work around here.
George Bailey: How old are you anyway? Mary: 18. George Bailey: 18! Why it was only last year you were 17.
[first title card] Title Card: "Revenge is a dish best served cold" - Old Klingon proverb.
[last lines] 'Pops', the Shopkeeper: [returning his pawned trumpet] A good story's worth more than an old trumpet. Max: Okay Pops.
Old Neighbor Lady: Stop ringing like that! Y'all think the world is yours? Hubert: [turns away] This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real...
Old Neighbor Lady: [on CCTV monitor in Asterix's apartment] Asterix! ASTERIX! Causing shit all the time! That's not your real name, scumass!
Old Lodge Skins: There is an endless supply of white men. There has always been a limited number of human beings.
Old Lodge Skins: It makes my heart sad, a world without human beings has no center to it.
[last lines] Narrator: He smelled like licorice and old books, she thought to herself, as tears rolled from her eyes, the color of muddy puddles.
Hilario: Even if we had the guns, we know how to plant and grow, we don't know how to kill. Old Man: Then learn, or die!
Jack Skellington: [singing with false pomp] And I, *Jack*, the *Pumpkin King*, grow tired of the same old thing.
Elizabeth Bennet: Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.
