Noah Cross: 'Course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.
Randal Graves: Dude, I'm pretty sure your old lady wants to get you and me together in a three-way!
Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now to give it the perfect ending was a bit of the old Ludwig van.
Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.
Old Mr.: Celie, you has my sympathy. Ain't many women allow they husband's ho to lay up in they house.
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.
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!
