Pick up a sunflower and count the florets running into its centre, or count the spiral scales of a pine cone or a pineapple, running from its bottom up its sides to the top, and you will find an extraordinary truth: recurring numbers, ratios and prop...
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] For two days and two fuckin' nights, we beat the shit out of this guy. I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in his balls.
Natasha Romanoff: Hey, fellas. Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil. Steve Rogers: That's hilarious.
Sister James: [Referring to her students] I don't allow them ballpoint pens. Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [Picking one off the floor] And yet here one is.
John McClane: You know how to pick this lock? Zeus: Is this some black-shit again? John McClane: Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
[to Ash, after picking up a ceremonial dagger adorned with skulls] Scotty: This kinda looks like your old girlfriend! Ha ha ha.
Karen Holmes: You certainly chose a lovely spot for our meeting. I've had three chances to be picked up in the last five minutes.
[last lines] Detective Tom Polhaus: [picks up the falcon] Heavy. What is it? Sam Spade: The, uh, stuff that dreams are made of. Detective Tom Polhaus: Huh?
Wilmer Cook: Keep on riding me and they're gonna be picking iron out of your liver. Sam Spade: The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter.
[last lines] Dr. Ben McKenna: Sorry we were gone so long, but we had to pick up Hank!
Ulysses Everett McGill: Me an' the old lady are gonna pick up the pieces and retie the knot, mixaphorically speaking.
Max Bialystock: How could this happen? I was so careful. I picked the wrong play, the wrong director, the wrong cast. Where did I go right?
Linus Larrabee: If you love her, take her. This is the 20th century. Oliver Larrabee: The 20th century? I could pick a century out of a hat, blindfolded, and get a better one.
Jack Rafferty: [with his hand cut, and one of Miho's shuriken in his butt, while crawling to pick up his hand] This isn't funny... don't anybody laugh.
Ana Pascal: Mr. Crick, it was a really awful day. I know, I made sure of it. So pick up the cookie, dip it in the milk, and eat it.
Captain Shakespeare: And, Yvaine, I have some lovely dresses; take your pick. Yvaine: [surprised] I'm fine. Captain Shakespeare: [quietly] Honey... you're wearing a bathrobe.
Quinlan: An old lady on Main Street last night picked up a shoe. The shoe had a foot in it. We're gonna make you pay for that mess.
Border Patrolman: How many got away? Mike Norton: Three. Border Patrolman: Well, someone's got to pick strawberries.
Bryan: I have a daughter who wants to be a singer. I was wondering if you have any tips for her. Sheerah: Yeah, I do. Tell her pick another career.
Verbal: Back when I was picking beans in Guatemala, we used to make fresh coffee, right off the trees I mean. That was good. This is shit but, hey, I'm in a police station.
Films are now made by accountants. They pick a pretty young female or male face out of the air and give them a part - not because they think that person is right for it or is ready for it, but because they think that person will make them money.
