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.
Bruce: All right, anyone else? Hello, how 'bout you, mate? What's your problem? Marlin: Me? I don't... I don't have a problem. Bruce: Oh. Okay... Bruce, Anchor, Chum: [to each other] Denial.
Maitre D': [grabs Ferris on the shoulder while he grabs the phone in the restaurant] All right, I've had enough of this. Ferris: [Ferris is annoyed] You touch me, I yell RAT!
Raoul Duke: There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
Hilts: Hold on to yourself, Bartlett. You're twenty feet short. Bartlett: What do you mean, twenty feet short? Hilts: You're twenty feet short of the woods. The hole is right here in open. The guard is between us and the lights.
Jake Fratelli: [the Fratelis come across the bones of Chester Copperpot, Jake checks his wallet] Niente. Kids must've cleaned him out. Mama Fratelli: Sure, right before they ate him! Francis Fratelli: Stupid.
Mikey: I swear on my life! They've got an... an 'IT!' A giant 'IT!' When it came into the light it was all gross and distorted, and, and... Brandon Walsh: Yeah, kinda like your brain, right lame-o? Say goodbye to your little pals.
