Gru: [reading book] "Three little kittens love to play. They had fun in the sun all day. Then their mother came out and said, 'Time for kittens to go to bed'." [looks up] Gru: Wow, this is garbage. You actually like this?
[Firefly and Mrs. Teasdale hear music coming from downstairs] Mrs. Teasdale: What's that? Rufus T. Firefly: Sounds to me like mice. Mrs. Teasdale: Mice? Mice don't play music. Rufus T. Firefly: No? How about the old maestro?
J.M. Barrie: Peter, I was hoping to use your name for one of the characters in my next play. If you will allow me, that is. Peter Llewelyn Davies: I don't know what to say. J.M. Barrie: [smiling] Say yes.
Carl Showalter: Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
Mouth: [examining coins in the well] President Lincoln... George Washington... Martin Sheen... Stef: Martin Sheen? That's President Kennedy, you idiot! Mouth: Well, same difference. I mean, he played Kennedy once.
Benjamin: It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up.
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.
[from trailer] Haymitch Abernathy: I want you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child's play. This year, you're dealing with all experienced killers.
Coach Norman Dale: There's a, um tradition in tournament play- not talk about the next step until you've climbed the one in front of you. I'm sure going to the state finals is beyond your wildest dreams, so let's just keep it right there.
Carl Fogaty: There. You see how cozy it can be when you decide to play nice? Now come, Joey. Get in the car. You won't need your toothbrush. We'll take care of everything.
Diego: [playing peek-a-boo] Where's the baby?... There he is! [the baby's only reaction is blinking; it is so startled it's quieted] Diego: Where's the baby?... there he is! Manny: [the baby begins crying again] Stop it, you're scaring him!
[the other villagers are refusing to let an untouchable join the team] Bhuvan: Let me remind you all of one thing: this is not a game we are playing for fun and entertainment - this is a fight we must win.
Iris Henderson: I've no regrets. I've been everywhere and done everything. I've eaten caviar at Cannes, sausage rolls at the dogs. I've played baccarat at Biarritz and darts with the rural dean. What is there left for me but marriage?
Imperial scout: The Emperor will stop you. Shan-Yu: Stop me? He invited me. [clutching the scout and holding him aloft] Shan-Yu: By building his wall he challenged my strength. Well, I'm here to play his game.
George Banks: I suggest you have this piano repaired. When I sit down to an instrument, I like to have it in tune. Mrs. Banks: But, George, you don't play. George Banks: Madam, that is entirely beside the point!
[the bohemians are rehearsing a play that resembles a certain musical that begins with a nun singing atop a hill] Toulouse-Lautrec: [singing] The hills are made with the euphonious symphonies of descant... Doctor: I don't think a nun would say that a...
Toulouse-Lautrec: How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Montfa. Christian: What? Toulouse-Lautrec: I'm terribly sorry about all this. We're just upstairs rehearsing a play. Christian: What?
Herb Brooks: What's your name? Mark Johnson: Mark Johnson. Herb Brooks: Where you from, Mark? Mark Johnson: Madison, Wisconsin. Herb Brooks: Who do you play for? Mark Johnson: University of Wisconsin, Coach.
McMurphy: [to other patients regarding naked playing cards] "No, no, I'll show you some card tricks. You ain't seen the Spanish deck yet. That's 20 percent more torture!"
John Mason: You must see a certain pattern emerging here... Alexander Solzenhitsyn... Agent Paxton: Yeah, I heard of him. Didn't he play hockey for the fucking Red Wings? John Mason: That's the chap.
John Doe: I visited your home this morning after you'd left. I tried to play husband. I tried to taste the life of a simple man. It didn't work out, so I took a souvenir... her pretty head.
