[last lines] Martin Stett: [on the phone] We know that you know, Mr. Caul. For your own sake, don't get involved any further. We'll be listening to you. [plays back recording of Harry playing saxophone]
[Rick has been on a long drinking binge] Emil: [serving Rick another drink] *You* are becoming your *own* best *customer*! Captain Renault: [surprized] Why Ricky, I'm *pleased* with you- *Now* you're beginning to live like a *Frenchman*!
Bruce Wayne: [after running into Harvey and Rachel at a restaurant] So, let's put a couple tables together. Harvey Dent: I'm not sure they'll let us. Bruce Wayne: Oh, they should. I own the place.
Bruce Wayne: You look tired, Alfred. You'll be all right without me? Alfred Pennyworth: [looking at all the sunbathing women] You can tell me the Russian for, "Apply your own bloody suntan lotion."
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Stacks Edwards: What time is it? Tommy DeVito: It's eleven thirty, we're supposed to be there by nine. Stacks Edwards: Be ready in a minute. Tommy DeVito: Yeah, you were always fuckin' late, you were late for your own fuckin' funeral. [shoots him]
M. Gustave: You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it.
M. Gustave: [Following Mme. Celine's death] All of Lutz will be dressed in black... except her own ghastly, deceitful children, whom she loathed and couldn't bear to kiss hello. They'll be dancing like gypsies.
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [about to pass out from drugs] I don't see why white man has to sit in a nigger electric chair. White man should have his own damn electric chair.
Ramadhir Singh: Every fucker's got his own movie playing inside his head. Every fucker is trying to become the hero of his imaginary film. As long as there are fucking movies in this country people will continue to be fooled.
Barry: Rob, I'm telling you this for your own good, that's the worst fuckin' sweater I've ever seen, that's a Cosby sweater. [Imitating Cosby] Barry: A Cosssssssby sweater. Did Laura let you leave the house like that?
Professor Henry Jones: [accidentally shoots their own plane with the machine gun] Indiana Jones: Dad, are we hit? Professor Henry Jones: More or less. Son, I'm sorry. They got us.
Eames: Great. Thank you. So, now we're trapped in Fischer's mind battling his own private army, and if we get killed, we'll be lost in limbo till our brains turn to scrambled egg.
Santosh Patel: Animals don't think like we do! People who forget that get themselves killed. When you look into an animal's eyes, you are seeing your own emotions reflected back at you, and nothing else.
Shelby Carpenter: I forgot to tell you, I also read palms, I swallow swords, I mend my own socks, I never eat garlic or onions, what more could you want of a man?
Effie Perine: Look at me, Sam. You worry me. You always think you know what you're doing, but you're too slick for your own good. Some day you're going to find it out.
Clark: Could I do your back, honey? Ellen Griswold: I've already done my back. Clark: Could I do your front? Ellen Griswold: Go do your own front.
Sgt. Barnes: You don't tell me how to run my war, Elias! Now you go cryin' and rat-fuckin' the brigade on your own time, but out here, you belong to me! Now move! Sgt. Elias: You're an asshole, Barnes.
Charles Van Doren: I've stood on the shoulders of life and I've never gotten down into the dirt to build, to erect a foundation of my own. I've flown too high on borrowed wings. Everything came too easy.
Will Rodman: [from internatiol trailer] Why don't we begin? Meet Chimp Nine. We gave him a gene therapy that allows the brain to create it own cells in order to repair itself. We call it the Cure to Alzheimer's.
Ed McDonnough: You mean you busted out of jail. Evelle: No, ma'am. We released ourselves on our own recognizance. Gale: What Evelle here is trying to say is that we felt that the institution no longer had anything to offer us.
