Ash: [being sucked in a vortex] For God's sake! How do you stop it?
Ash: [as his evil sawn-off hand gives him the finger] Son of a...!
Vito Corleone: I make him an offer he don' refuse. Don' worry.
Michael Corleone: I know it was you, Fredo. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!
Michael Corleone: He was stupid. I was lucky. I will visit him soon.
[Before shooting occurs at the Michael Corleone estate] Kay: Michael, why are the drapes open?
Hyman Roth: Stupid thugs. People behaving like that with guns.
Those movies, Decline I and II and Suburbia, are dearly loved, but they never made any money. I didn't even have the rights for some of them.
Marty McFly, Jr.: [to young Jennifer] Hey Mom, nice pants.
Biff Tannen: Hey kid, say hello to your grandma for me.
Louie found the raft offered an unlikely intellectual refuge. He had never recognized how noisy the civilized world was. Here, drifting in almost total silence, with no scents other than the singed odor of the raft, no flavors on his tongue, nothing ...
ALL HE COULD SEE, IN EVERY DIRECTION, WAS WATER. It was June 23, 1943. Somewhere on the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean, Army Air Forces bombardier and Olympic runner Louie Zamperini lay across a small raft, drifting westward. Slumped alongside ...
Louie was furious at the sharks. He had thought that they had an understanding:The men would stay out of the sharks' turf - the water - and the sharks would stay off of theirs - the raft. That the sharks had taken shots at him when he had gone overbo...
[Caine Lawson reflecting after being shot] Caine: After stomping on Ilena's cousin like that, I knew I was gonna have to deal with that fool someday. Damn! I never thought he'd come back like this, blasting. Like I said, it was funny like that in the...
George: [as TV Director walks away with PA] There he goes. Look at him. Bet his wife doesn't know about her. John: If he's got one. Look at his sweater. Paul: You never know, she might have knitted it. John: She knitted him.
John: We've broken out! Ah, the blessed freedom of it all! Have you got a nail file, these handcuffs are killin me! I was framed, I'm innocent, I don't want to go! Paul: Sorry for disturbing you, girls! John: I betchya can't guess what I was in for! ...
John: So they had the cash. Paul: And the puff. Dog: Cheeky bastards. Count it. John: Shit, Dog. There's a lot. Don't you wanna do it next door? Dog: We're not going next door until we flay them dead men walking.
I'm not picky. When I'm hungry, I eat.
Paul Edgecomb: On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job? John Coffey: You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you hu...
Grace does not contest the powers-that-be through an effective show of verifiable strength but through a persistent and subversive recoding of how one defines what strength and weakness are.
Whoever wants the "I" to yield up its mysterious and tremendous secret must stop it from looking perpetually in the mirror, must stop the little ego's fascination with its own image.
