Captain Richard Phillips: Listen up, we have been boarded by armed pirates. If they find you, remember, you know this ship, they don't. Stick together and we'll be all right. Good luck.
Cat: You realize you're walking right into her trap. Coraline Jones: I have to go back. They are my parents. Cat: Challenge her, then. She may not play fair, but she won't refuse. She's got a *thing* for games.
Sam: Boss, ain't you going to bed? Rick: Not right now. Sam: Ain't you planning on going to bed in the near future? Rick: No. Sam: You ever going to bed? Rick: No! Sam: Well, I ain't sleepy either.
Captain Renault: [suspecting that Rick has the letters of transit] Rick, have you got those letters of transit? Rick: Louis, are you pro-Vichy or Free French? Captain Renault: [laughs] Serves me right for asking a direct question. The subject is clos...
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Oh, life is like that. Sometimes, at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at it's zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters decend upon us.
Margo: You just march over there and slug that creep in the face. Todd: I can't just attack someone. Margo: All right then, if you're not man enough to put an end to this shit, then I am.
Cop: Sir, the FBI is here. Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, the FBI is here, now? Cop: Yes, sir. Right over there. Dwayne T. Robinson: Hold this. [straightens his jacket] Sergeant Al Powell: Want a breath mint?
Simran Singh: I'm sorry. I said a bit too much in anger. Raj Malhotra: It's all right, Señorita. In big countries, such small things keep happening.
Insp. Thomas: [answers phone] Thomas... Yes, that's right... Is this some sort of bloody joke?... What, now? Personally? Oh, yes, I'll... [cut to Thomas arriving at 10 Downing Street, the residence of the British Prime Minister]
Bruce Wayne: You look tired, Alfred. You'll be all right without me? Alfred Pennyworth: [looking at all the sunbathing women] You can tell me the Russian for, "Apply your own bloody suntan lotion."
Vicomte de Valmont: Now, yes or no? It's up to you, of course. I will merely confine myself to remarking that a "no" will be regarded as a declaration of war. A single word is all that's required. Marquise de Merteuil: All right. War.
Rufus T. Firefly: Just for that, you don't get the job I was going to give you. Chicolini: What job? Rufus T. Firefly: Secretary of War. Chicolini: All right, I take it. Rufus T. Firefly: Sold.
Rufus T. Firefly: Chicolini, I need you badly right now. What'll you take to come back and work for me again? Chicolini: I'll take a vacation. Rufus T. Firefly: Good, you're hired.
Ambassador Trentino: Chicolini, your partner has deserted you but I'm still counting on you. There is a machine gun nest near Hill 28. I want it cleaned out. Chicolini: All right, I'll tell the janitor.
Zeus: So what's up with this L.A. thing? You famous or something? John McClane: Yeah, for about five minutes. Zeus: Don't tell me. Rodney King, right? John McClane: Fuck you.
Clementine: You're not a stalker, or anything, right? Joel: I'm not a stalker. YOU'RE the one that talked to me, remember? Clementine: That is the oldest trick in the stalker book. Joel: Really? There's a stalker book? Great, I gotta read that one.
[Clementine is leading Joel out onto the frozen Charles River] Joel: I don't know. What if it breaks? Clementine: What if? Do you really care right now?
Chris MacNeil: We've got rats in the attic. You better get some traps. Karl: Rats? Chris MacNeil: Mm-hmm. 'Fraid so. Karl: But the attic is clean. Chris MacNeil: All right, then we've got clean rats.
Mole: I just want to see... a little sunshine. Mr. Fox: But you're nocturnal, Phil. Your eyes barely open on a good day. Mole: I'm sick of your double talk, we have rights!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: So he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the big dog, because the big dog is always right. Marshal Biggs: Woo-woo-woo-woof.
[as the pelicans watch Gerald choking on his breakfast] Nigel: Reckon somebody oughta help the poor guy. Pelicans: [all shrug and mutter] Yeah, yeah right... Nigel: [sarcastically] Well, don't everybody fly off at once.
