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?
Petey Jones: [Sunshine is running his hand through his newly-cut hair] Hey now, all that rubbin' ain't gonna make them golden locks grow back no faster, now, you know that, right?
Royal: [about Raleigh] You're two-timing him with that bloodsucker Eli Cash. Now, that's just not right, dammit. You used to be a genius. Margot: No, I didn't. Royal: Anyway, that's what they used to say.
Jessica: You Okay, man? How do you feel? Nate: Not good. I mean, that... that was crazy. They just fight like that? Jessica: Nate, I'm not asking you how you're feeling. Nate: Right. Sorry.
Joe Oramas: Hey, man, let me ask you a personal question. You've had sex before, right? Finbar McBride: Yes. Joe Oramas: With a regular sized chick? Finbar McBride: With a regular sized chick.
Diane Court: I just can't have any social life right now. Lloyd Dobler: Don't worry about it. We're just having coffee. We'll be anti-social. Diane Court: Be friends? Lloyd Dobler: Yeah. With potential.
Oliver Larrabee: I can never remember that garage girl's name. Linus Larrabee: Sabrina. Oliver Larrabee: Sabrina! What right has a chauffeur got to call his daughter Sabrina? Linus Larrabee: What would you suggest... Ethel?
Herbie Hawkins: He ran plunk right into the propeller of an airplane. Joseph Newton: Ooh boy! Herbie Hawkins: Cut him all to pieces. Had to identify him by his clothes. His shirts were all initialed.
Shaun: Look, I don't care what the telly says, all right? We *have* to get out of here. If we don't they'll tear us to pieces, and that is really going to exacerbate things for all of us.
Shaun: All right, I've got a car outside, but it's going to be a bit cramped, so has anyone got transport? Dianne: Yes, yes! Shaun: Great, where? Dianne: Oh? No, well I passed my test.
Jack: Listen, honey. Let me call you right back. Miles and I are in the middle of something. No, it's nothing serious, Miles is just having one of his freak-outs. Yeah. Love you too.
