[going off to war] Samuel: I'll bring you back the kaiser's helmet. Colonel Ludlow: Bring yourself back. That'd please me more.
Tony: Hey, Leon, nothing's gonna happen to you. You're indestructible! Bullets slide off you, you play with 'em.
Anderson: Make no mistake about it, Deputy. I'll cut your fucking head clean off and not give a shit how it reads in the report sheet!
Creasy: Okay, my friend. It's off to the next life for you. I guarantee you, you won't be lonely.
Peachy Carnehan: Keep looking at me. It helps to keep my soul from flying off.
P.A. Announcer: Attention. Attention. All non-commission off - -Attention, all non-commissioned officers will report for short-arm inspection at 0400. That is all.
[Sharif tells Caine to stop vomiting] Sharif: Come on now, get up from off your knees praying to that porcelain god, that white porcelain god.
Dr. Finkelstein: That's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off. Sally: Three times!
Icey Spoon: A husband's one piece of store goods you never know 'til you get it home and take the paper off.
Rachel Cooper: Where's your Mrs? Rev. Harry Powell: Uh, she run off with a drummer... durin' prayer meetin'.
Terry: Well, then inform Mr. Levin that he'll be better off watching the fight in front of his television at home... Surely *he* must have HBO.
Mrs. Mills: [Grace is firing at the servants] Don't trouble yourself, ma'am. Tuberculosis finished us off, more than half a century ago.
[the first words ever spoken by a human to the apes] George Taylor: Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!
Moro: Ah, you're awake. I was hoping you'd cry out in your sleep, then I would have bitten your head off to silence you.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: It's a funny time to say this, but... [trailing off] Halina: What? Wladyslaw Szpilman: I wish I knew you better.
Robert Angier: What knot did you tie? Alfred Borden: I don't know. Robert Angier: You don't know? [Alfred walks off] Robert Angier: You don't *know*?
[Bob Morton has stormed off] Officer Lewis: Sorry, Sarge. I fucked up. Sgt. Reed: Forget it, kid. This guy's a serious asshole.
Stanley Goodspeed: [Goodspeed knocks Mason off the ledge left hanging by a rope] Are you ok? John Mason: Perfectly fine you fucking idiot!
[Mr. Blonde has cut off Marvin's ear and begins talking into it] Mr. Blonde: Hey what's goin' on? Can you hear that?
Princess Ann: I've never been alone with a man before, even with my dress on. With my dress off, it's MOST unusual.
Herr Schuster: The ball is round, a game lasts 90 minutes, everything else is pure theory. Off we go!
