The three-year-old who lies about taking a cookie isn't really a liar after all. He simply can't control his impulses. He then convinces himself of a new truth and, eager for your approval, reports the version that he knows will make you happy.
[last lines] Miro: Do you still love Grammy? Zachry: Your grammy is the best thing that ever happened to me. Meronym: Come on here, Grampy. Lemme warm them old bones.
Tex Panthollow: Oh, poor old Herman. It seems like him and good luck always was strangers. Well, maybe now he'll meet up with his other hand some place.
The Writer: You know how you can tell when you're really getting old? Father James Lavelle: How? The Writer: No-one ever says the word 'death' around you any more.
TV Reporter: The world was stunned today by the death of Diego Ricardo, the youngest person on the planet, the youngest person on earth was 18 years, 4 months, 20 days, 16 hours, and 8 minutes old.
Old Mr.: Boy, you goin' let this ol' nappy-headed girl cuss you out like that? You sittin' at the head of your own dinner table and actin' like the waiter!
Steve Rogers: This is it? [sees he's at his old army base] Natasha Romanoff: Well, the file came from these coordinates. Steve Rogers: So did I.
John Robie: Danielle, you are just a girl. She is a woman. Danielle Foussard: Why buy an old car if you can get a new one cheaper? It will run better and last longer.
[Benny Blanco is being beat up by Pachanga] Carlito: Take him in the alley! Carlito: [voice-over] Dumb move, man. Dumb move. But it's like them old reflexes comin' back.
Michael: Holy shit, you know what those are? Those are sun dogs. It means a blessing on the hunter sent by the Great Wolf to his children. It's an old Indian thing.
Gru: Uh, question. What are these? Dr. Nefario: A dozen boogie robots. Boogie! Look at this! Watch me. Gru: Cookie robots! I said cookie robots! Ah, why... why are you so... old?
Calvin Candie: Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen, and you, you old decrepit bastard are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?
DJ Ruby Rhod: And now we enter what must the most beautiful concert hall of all the universe. A perfect replica of the old opera house... But who cares?
Frank Pentangeli: Those were the great old days,you know... And we was like the Roman Empire... The Corleone family was like the Roman Empire...
Col. Montgomery: That wouldn't have been necessary if that sesesh woman hadn't started it. They never learn. You see sesesh has to be cleared away by the hand of God like the Jews of old. Now I will have to burn this town.
Fred Friendly: There's no news, boys, so go out there and make some news. Rob a bank, mug an old lady, whatever - just do something.
[Ghost Dog storms in and aims his guns at Vargo and his Consigliere] Old Consigliere: JESUS, IT'S THE FUCKING BIRD MAN! [has heart attack and dies instead of getting shot]
Rhett Butler: Take a good look my dear. It's an historic moment you can tell your grandchildren about - how you watched the Old South fall one night.
Casy: I wouldn't pray just for a old man that's dead, 'cause he's all right. If I was to pray, I'd pray for folks that's alive and don't know which way to turn.
Check-Out Woman: Are you here all by yourself? Kevin McCallister: Ma'am, I'm eight years old. You think I would be here *alone*? I don't think so.
Markl: Wait! You can't come up here! Old Sophie: Whatever you don't want me to clean, better hide it now! Markl: Save my room for last, OK?
