Professor Trelawney: Here in this room, you will discover if you possess the Sight! [stands up, and promptly bumps into her table]
Professor McGonagall: Now, Mr. Weasley, place your right hand on my waist. Ron: Where?
Dolores Umbridge: Please, tell them I mean no harm. Harry Potter: Sorry, Professor, but I must not tell lies.
Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeon between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows.
Professor Henry Jones: I suddenly remembered my Charlemagne. Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky...
[Indy has untied a boat as a diversion for the Nazis] Indiana Jones: Come on, Dad! Come on! Professor Henry Jones: What about the boat? We're not going on the boat?
[after commandeering a plane] Professor Henry Jones: I didn't know you could fly a plane. Indiana Jones: Fly, yes. Land, no.
[to Indiana, while watching a Nazi parade and book burning] Professor Henry Jones: My son, we're pilgrims in an unholy land.
Indiana Jones: [of Indy's new lover] How did you know she was a Nazi? Professor Henry Jones: She talks in her sleep.
Professor Henry Higgins: The question is not whether I've treated you rudely but whether you've ever heard me treat anyone else better.
Professor Henry Higgins: By George, Eliza, the streets will be strewn with the bodies of men shooting themselves for your sake before I'm done with you.
[Army Intelligence officer describing Indiana Jones] Major Eaton: Professor of archeology, expert on the occult, and how does one say it? Obtainer of rare antiquities.
Harold Crick: You just said ten seconds ago, you wouldn't help me. Professor Jules Hilbert: It's been a very revealing ten seconds.
Professor Isak Borg: If I have been feeling worried or sad during the day, I have a habit of recalling scenes from childhood to calm me. So it was this evening.
Bobby: Have you ever wanted to be with someone so badly, but you can't? [pause] Bobby: I've seen how you look at Professor Grey. Wolverine: Excuse me? Bobby: Nothing.
[about the Class going into action] Professor Charles Xavier: They're just kids... Erik Lehnsherr: No, they WERE kids. Shaw has his army, we need ours.
My father was a professor of political science and also a young politician fighting for democracy in Kenya, and when things got ugly, he went into political exile in Mexico. Then I moved back to Kenya shortly after I turned one, and I grew up in Keny...
There are moments as a teacher when I'm conscious that I'm trotting out the same exact phrase my professor used with me years ago. It's an eerie feeling, as if my old mentor is not just in the room, but in my shoes, using me as his mouthpiece.
I met Howard Zinn in 1961, my first year at Spelman College in Atlanta. He was the tall, rangy, good-looking professor that many of the girls at Spelman swooned over.
I have a lot of nice Italian winter clothes that make me look like a sophisticated Lebanese professor, so my friend Robert and I go around pretending to be experts in Arabic politics. It doesn't work in the summer though. I don't have the right cloth...
The rich, the poor, the high professor and the prophane [sic], seem all to be infected with this grievous disorder, so that the love of our neighbor seems to be quite banished, the love of self and opinions so far prevails.
