David Frost: [Picking up the phone, thinking it's room service] I'll have a cheeseburger. Richard Nixon: [drunk] Mmm. That sounds good. I used to love cheeseburgers, but Dr. Lundgren made me give them up. He switched me to cottage cheese and pineappl...
[after Michael gets off the phone with Kay, clearly too embarrassed to tell her he loves her] Clemenza: Mikey, why don't you tell that nice girl you love her? I love you with all-a my heart, if I don't see-a you again soon, I'm-a gonna die.
Neil McCauley: L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from? Chris Shiherlis: Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something? Neil McCauley: Assume they got our pho...
[Tom is awakened in the middle of the night by his phone ringing] Tom Stall: [sleepily] Hello? Richie Cusack: Hey, Bro-him. You're still pretty good with the killing. That's exciting. Tom Stall: [quickly waking up] Richie? Richie Cusack: [chuckles] Y...
Soap: I don't think it's the right move. Eddie: It's either that, the old boy's place and we lose a digit daily. I'm gonna phone him. Bacon: As if he'll care. Eddie: He'll care alright, that was supposed to be his money. Whether he cares about us or ...
Jamie MacDonald: [calling Tucker] OK. Your phone is off, but there's been a catastrofuck here. Someone's leaked Liza Weld's PWIP PIP paper to the BBC. I reckon it's going to be on the six o'clock news, one o'clock your time. That is going to fucking ...
Sean Devine: [on the phone with Lauren] Okay. "Hey Sean, how was your day?" Oh me? I'm tired of wishing things made sense. I'm tired of caring about some dead girl, and there's just gonna be another one after her. Sending killers to jail is just send...
Agent Smith: We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice. Neo: Yeah. Well, that sounds like a pretty good deal. But I think I may have a b...
Nice Guy Eddie: [on the phone as he drives to the warehouse] All I know is what Vic told me. He said the place turned into a fucking bullet festival. He took a cop as hostage, just to get the fuck outta there. [pause] Nice Guy Eddie: Do I sound like ...
[In a phone booth] Raymond: It's definitely very small in here. [Tries to leave] Charlie: Small, and safe. Don't wanna miss the party. You know that, there's a party in your honor Ray. When we get to LA, there'll be a little custody hearing. Lawyers ...
Derek Smalls: [on the phone to his solicitor] Isn't there a law against this sort of thing? Surely you can't just buy a full page ad in the music papers and publish your divorce demands. [pause] Derek Smalls: What do you mean 'I paid for it'? [pause]...
When I got my very first phone call that I'd hit the 'New York Times' list, I had a small rush of 'I've made it!' But the next morning, it occurred to me I didn't know what it was, so I called my agent and asked what being a 'New York Times' bestsell...
John Mitchell: [on phone] You tell your publisher, tell Katie Graham she's gonna get her tit caught in a big wringer if that's published. Ben Bradlee: [later] He really said that about Mrs. Graham? Carl Bernstein: [nods] Ben Bradlee: Well, I'd cut th...
Lester Siegel, Tony Mendez: [on the phone] So I'm sitting in Jerry's this morning, having breakfast, a waitress comes over to me, she's waving a newspaper and she says, 'You see what those Canadians pulled off? Why can't we do something like that?' ...
Tim: I used to think my phone was old and shit, but it's suddenly my most valuable possession. Mary: You really like me? Even my frock? Tim: I love your frock. Mary: And, um, my hair. It's not too brown? Tim: I love brown. Mary: My fringe is new. Tim...
Earle: Jessica, where are you? [walks into outer room] Bruce Wayne: [to Jessica] Eye on the ball, and... Earle: Why is no one answering the phone? [sees Bruce from behind, teaching Jessica to play golf] Bruce Wayne: [turning around] It's Wayne Enterp...
Walter Sobchak: Nothing is fucked here Dude. Nothing is fucked. They're a bunch of fucking amateurs! The Dude: Walter, would you just shut the fuck... don't say a peep while I'm doing business here, man! Walter Sobchak: Okay Dude. Have it your way. [...
Andrea Beaumont: Hi. Hey, what happened to you? Trip over some loose cash? It's been three days since we met and still no calls. I figured you must be dead or something. Bruce Wayne: You expect every guy you meet to call you up? Andrea Beaumont: The ...
John Nevins: [picks up the phone after being knocked down by Bourne] Hello? Pamela Landy: This is Pamela Landy, C,I, supervisor. Where do we stand? John Nevins: I... I think he got away... Pamela Landy: Have you locked down the area? John Nevins: Loc...
In moments when I question if I should be having kids, I think of all those phone calls from my sister-in-law, in which, 3,000 miles away, I hear my nephews screaming for her attention. I tell her I have to go because I am packing to leave for Europe...
Every working mother has the things she dreads, things that keep her up in the night – pink eye, an ear infection, the parent-teacher conference, the school play – all forcing her to remind the people she works with that she is not, in fact, whol...
