Randy: Meatloaf, smeatloaf, double-beatloaf. I hate meatloaf. The Old Man: All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screw driver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.
Frances Stevens: Maybe Mr. Houston doesn't care for gambling. Jessie Stevens: Everyone likes to gamble in one way or another, even you! Frances Stevens: I have an intense dislike for it. Jessie Stevens: Francie, dear, when the stakes are right, you'l...
John Murdoch: I was just thinking, what you do seems kind of dangerous right now. I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer? May: I don't. Why, you feeling any urges I should know about?
Dr. Lilian Thurman: What is going to happen? Donnie: [crying] Frank is gonna kill. Dr. Lilian Thurman: Who is he going to kill? Who is he going to kill, Donnie? Donnie: [sees Frank] I can see him right now!
Roger: [to Peter] Man, a lot of people are running... I could run... I could run, tonight. A friend of mine, he's got this helicopter. He does traffic reports for GON. He asked me to come with him. Do you think it's right to run?
Theo: [as the SWAT Team closes in] [over the CB] Theo: All right, listen up guys. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except... the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover fo...
Michael: I'll tell ya one thing, if I find out my life had to end up being in the mountains, it'd be all right, but it has to be in your mind. Nick: What? One shot? Michael: Two is pussy.
[examining one of the gauntlets for his new and improved Batsuit, Bruce presses a button, and the spikes are launched across the room, narrowly missing Fox before they bury themselves in the wall] Lucius Fox: Perhaps you should read the instructions ...
Tyler Durden: All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training.
Mr. Lee: Take the money. Bill Foster: You think I'm a thief? Oh, you see, I'm not the thief. I'm not the one charging 85 cents for a *stinking* soda! You're the thief. I'm just standing up for my rights as a consumer.
Nick: Fuck you. Who the fuck are you? Are you fucking with me? You're fucking with me! Bill Foster: I am just disagreeing with you! In America, we have the freedom of speech, the right to disagree! Nick: Fuck you and your freedom.
Lt. Weinberg: You've heard her. The girl sat here, pointed and said, "Pa." She did. She said, "Pa." Kaffee: She was pointing at a mailbox, Sam. Lt. Weinberg: That's right. She was pointing as if to say, "Pa, look, a mailbox."
Cameron: I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it.
Ninny Threadgoode: Idgie and her friend Ruth ran the Whistle Stop Cafe. Idgie was a character, all right. But how anybody could have thought she murdered that man is beyond me. Evelyn Couch: I beg your pardon?
[last lines of part one] Hilts: [after Ives is killed] Sir, let me know the exact information you need. I'm going out tonight. Bartlett: Right. [to Danny] Bartlett: Open up Harry. We dig. Around the clock.
Detective Remy Bressant: Would you do it again? Clip Corwin Earle? Patrick Kenzie: No. Detective Remy Bressant: Does that make you right? Patrick Kenzie: I don't know. Detective Remy Bressant: It doesn't make it wrong, though, does it?
Angie Gennaro: They told me what happened. I'm proud of you. That man killed a child. He had no right to live. Patrick Kenzie: You're proud of me? Angie Gennaro: Of course I am. You did what you had to do.
[Persuading the mayor to let them stop a supernatural upheaval] Dr. Peter Venkman: If I'm wrong, nothing happens! We go to jail - peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it! But if I'm *right*, and we *can* stop this thing... Lenny, you will have saved the ...
[Chunk and Sloth come across the out-of-control pipes] Chunk: Yeah. Mikey's been through here, all right. [Sloth grabs some pipes and pushes them up. He hears a car crash, a woman scream and sirens] Sloth: Uh-oh.
Louie: It's a pigeon. It must be a carrier pigeon or whatever. Old Consigliere: Passenger pigeon! They've been extinct since 1914! Sonny Valerio: Am I fucking dreaming here or what? All right, Louie, forget about the bird, okay?
Ron Weasley: Oh my God. What am I gonna do? My wife's all alone downstairs! Harry Potter: Ron, you don't have a wife. Ron Weasley: Right.
