Narrator: Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl.
[first lines] Michael: Hey, watch out, Axel. We'll be calling him old fireballs after tonight. Axel: Fuckin' A. Michael: Not bad.
[while fighting with Batman, Joker knocks him down and raises a knife] The Joker: All the old familiar places...
Edith: Are these beds made out of bombs? Gru: Yes, but they are very old and highly unlikely to blow up. But try not to toss and turn. Edith: Cool!
[Dunbar has found an old skeleton on the prairie] Timmons: I'll bet someone back east is going, "Now why don't he write?"
Zhivago: [to the local commissar after examining an old sickly man] It isn't typhus. It's another disease we don't have in Moscow... starvation.
Ricky: [to Bob, while interviewing for applicants] You're too old, fat man. [to Angel Face] Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*!
Private Payback: Joker ain't never been in the shit. He thinks "The Bad Bush" is between old mama-san's legs.
Marlin: [Inside the whale] I have to get out of here! I have to find my son! I have to tell him how old sea turtles are!
[last lines] Young Writer: [sitting in the lobby] It was an enchanting old ruin. But I never managed to see it again.
[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.
