[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.
Cutter: You settled on a name yet? Robert Angier: Yes, I have. The Great Danton. Cutter: Bit old-fashioned isn't it? Robert Angier: No. It's sophisticated.
The Old Man: My friends, I've had this dream for more than a decade now, a dream which I've invited you all to share with me.
Alan-A-Dale: Oh, incidentally, I'm Alan-A-Dale, a minstrel. That's an old time folk singer. My job is to tell it like it is, or was, or whatever.
Kyoami: Why stay with this mad old man? If the rock you stay on starts to roll, jump clean. Or you'll go with it and be squashed. Only a fool stays aboard.
Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart? Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.
Gracchus: This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl to put it politely.
[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror] Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as it did last time I saw it... The reflection's changed a bit.
