Janeway: Szell's brother's been killed in Manhattan. An accident with an oil truck. Doc: Oh, boy. Any changes? Janeway: Only everything. Doc: They're getting all the couriers.
Sean Devine: The reality is we're still 11 year old boys locked in a cellar imagining what our lives would have been if we'd escaped.
Jack Skellington: No, Zero. Down, boy... My, what a brilliant nose you have. The better to light my way! You're the head of the team, Zero!
Lock: [of Jack] There he is! Barrel: Alive! Shock: Just like we said! Mayor: [throws Jack a ladder] Grab ahold, my boy!
Boy on Bike #2: Mister? You got a bone stickin' out of your arm. Anton Chigurh: Let me just sit here a minute.
Frank Hackett: Four hours ago I was the Sun God at CCA, Mr. Jensen's handpicked golden boy, the heir apparent. Now I'm a man without a corporation.
Duke: It was an improbable romance. He was a country boy. She was from the city. She had the world at her feet, while he didn't have two dimes to rub together.
Clark Griswald: When I was a boy, just about every summer we'd take a vacation. And you know, in 18 years, we never had fun.
Charley: You the one killed our friend? Butler: That's right. I shot the boy, too. And I enjoyed it. [Charley pulls out his gun and shoots Butler]
Sue Barlow: [checking injuries] Are you the boy's father? Boss Spearman: No ma'am. His name's Button, and he works for me. Sue Barlow: It appears that's not very healthy.
Pappy O'Daniel: Furthermore, in the second Pappy O'Daniel administration, these boys is gonna be my *brain* trust. Delmar O'Donnell: What's that mean, Everett?
Philomena: Oh... that's for good luck. Martin Sixsmith: I always thought that St. Christopher was a bit of a Mickey Mouse saint. I used to be an altar boy.
Patton: In about fifteen minutes, we're going to start turning these boys into fanatics - razors. They'll lose their fear of the Germans. I only hope to God they never lose their fear of me.
1st Mechanic: [to Indy, in German] Hey, thin man! Come here! Come here! Come here! Come on, fight! Boy, come down! Down now!
Jim Stark: Get lost! Ray Fremick: Hang loose, boy. I'm warning you! Jim Stark: Wash up and go home!
Grace: I like your name, Jayden. Jayden: It's a boy's name. Grace: Really? I don't think so. Jayden: Will Smith did.
Karl: There was a boy. We made friends. Charles Bushman: Ha ha, I'll bet you did. 'Course I was never bent that way, I was always bent the other way.
Dwight: [after asking Miho to put Jackie-Boy out of his misery] She doesn't quite chop his head off. She makes a Pez dispenser out of him.
Shellie: Wish you would've dropped by earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could've met my boyfriend, could've seen what a real man looks like.
Shellie: [after Dwight dunks Jackie-Boy in his own urine] Dwight, what did you do to him? Dwight: I gave him a taste of his own medicine.
The Emperor: Good. Use your aggressive feelings, boy. Let the hate flow through you.
