Thénardier: Make for the sewers! Get underground! Leave her to me, Don't wait around! You wait, my girl! You'll rue this night! I'll make you scream! You'll scream all right!
Jamie MacDonald: All right, that's enough with the fucking Oxbridge pleasantries. Toby Wright: Wh... What's Oxbridge about saying hello? Jamie MacDonald: SHUT IT, Love Actually! You want me to hole-punch your face?
Richard: Hey, I will pull this truck over, right now! Grandpa: So, pull the truck over! You're not gonna shut me up! FUCK YOU! I can say what I want!
Slevin: I'm gonna say the same thing any man with two penises says when his tailor asks him if he dresses to the right or left. Lindsey: What's that? [cuts to Boss's penthouse] Slevin: Yes.
Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are Mikey and Danny really dead? Marcus Luttrell: I don't know. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: Are we dead? Marcus Luttrell: Negative. Matt 'Axe' Axelson: We're good right? Marcus Luttrell: Fuck yeah. We're solid.
[first lines] Flint: All right, Mr. Bile, is it? Bile: Uh, my friends call me Phlem. Flint: Uh-huh, Mr. Bile, can you tell me what you did wrong? Bile: I fell down?
Charlie: You know something? She is really good-lookin'. I gotta say that again. She is really good-lookin'. But she's black. You can see that real plain, right? Look, there isn't much of a difference anyway, is there. Well, is there?
Cypher: I know what you're thinking, 'cause right now I'm thinking the same thing. Actually, I've been thinking it ever since I got here: Why oh why didn't I take the BLUE pill?
Link Appleyard: As long as he behaves himself in this town, I ain't got no, ah... Ransom Stoddard: Jurisdiction. Link Appleyard: What he said is right. I ain't got none of it.
Vinny Gambini: [Bill keeps trying to thank Vinny, but just runs out of words and hugs him] Bill, listen. Take your time, pick the right words, get back to New York, give me a call.
Eve Kendall: How do I know you aren't a murderer? Roger Thornhill: You don't. Eve Kendall: Maybe you're planning to murder me right here, tonight. Roger Thornhill: Shall I? Eve Kendall: Please do.
Diana Christensen: By tomorrow, he'll have a 50 share, maybe even a 60. Howard Beale is processed instant God, and right now, it looks like he may just go over bigger than Mary Tyler Moore.
Boss Spearman: It ain't right to walk away without a word. Charley Waite: Well what do you want me to tell her, Boss? We probably ain't gonna make it? Be a big fat comfort.
Bob Slydell: I'd like to move us right along to a Peter Gibbons. Now we had a chance to meet this young man, and boy that's just a straight shooter with upper management written all over him.
[first lines] Theater Manager: Oh Cecilia, be careful! You all right? Cecilia: Yeah. Theater Manager: You're gonna like this one, it's better than last week's, more romantic.
Sister Hildegarde: The Lord Jesus Christ will be my judge - not the likes of you. Martin Sixsmith: Really? Because I think if Jesus was here right now he'd tip you out of that fucking wheelchair - and you wouldn't get up and walk.
Tex: Man, it's gonna piss on us all night. Gonna put a serious case of crotch rot on that ugly face of yours, Junior. Junior: Goddamn, man. You break your ass for the white man. No justice, right?
Steve: I'm outta here! See ya early. Robbie: I'm outta here! Diane: You I can handle. Robbie: I got school! Diane: Breakfast first. Robbie: All right, I'll just flunk.
Will Turner: [arriving back at the workshop, his boss is still fast asleep] Right where I left you. [notices a hammer on the anvil] Will Turner: Not where I left *you*.
Stanley Goodspeed: You know, I like history too, and maybe when this is all over you and I can stop by the souvenir shop together but right now I just... I just wanna find some rockets!
James Bond: Red wine with fish. Well that should have told me something. Donald "Red" Grant: You may know the right wines, but you're the one on your knees. How does it feel old man?
