Brian: [Brian is in a prison cell with Ben who is hanging from chains] Oh lay off, I've had a hard time! Ben the Prisoner: You've had a hard time? I've been here five years, they only hung me the right way up yesterday.
[Sarah is running away from the Fire Gang] Fiery 1: Hey, lady! It's against the rules to throwing other people's heads! Firey 2: Yo! You're only allowed to throw your own head! Firey 5: Yeah, that's right!
Nala: What's happened to you? You're not the Simba I remember. Adult Simba: You're right, I'm not. Now are you satisfied? Nala: No, just disappointed. Adult Simba: You know you're starting to sound like my father. Nala: Good. At least one of us does.
Malcolm Tucker: Fucking hung up, haven't you? You fucking hoity-toity fucking... Tourist: Hey, buddy? Enough with the curse words, all right? Malcolm Tucker: Kiss my sweaty balls, you fat fuck. [he runs into the distance]
Olive: I'd like to dedicate this to my grandpa, who showed me these moves. Pageant MC: Aww, that is so sweet. [Audience applauds] Pageant MC: Is he here? Where's your grandpa right now? Olive: In the trunk of our car.
Frankie Dunn: [to Maggie] All right. I'm gonna disconnect your air machine, then you're gonna go to sleep. Then I'll give you a shot, and you'll... stay asleep. Mo cuishle means "My darling, my blood."
Johnny Caspar: It's gettin' so a businessman can't expect no return from a fixed fight. Now, if you can't trust a fix, what can you trust? For a good return, you gotta go bettin' on chance - and then you're back with anarchy, right back in the jungle...
Kermit the Frog: It's all right, children. Life is made up of meetings and partings. That is the way of it. I am sure that we shall never forget Tiny Tim, or this first parting that there was among us.
Spade: We didn't exactly believe your story, Miss O'Shaughnessy. We believed your 200 dollars. I mean, you paid us more than if you had been telling us the truth, and enough more to make it all right.
[Creasy has just learned Samuel Ramos was behind his own daughter's kidnapping] Creasy: [to Samuel] I'm gonna ask your wife a couple of questions. You move... you make one sound... I'll snatch the life right outta you, understand?
[first lines] [sounds from crowd, occasionally a word or phrase, indistinct and mostly not associated with a character] Mrs. Eynsford-Hill: Don't just stand there, Freddy, go and find a cab. Freddy Eynsford-Hill: All right, I'll get it, I'll get it.
Rufus Riley: [to Agatha] Are you reading my mind right now? John Anderton: Get up. Rufus Riley: [to Agatha] I'm sorry for whatever I'm going to do and I swear I didn't do any of that stuff I did.
[first lines] [Jack trying to pick door lock. He drops one of his picks. When he bends over to pick it up, a gun shot is fired through the door, right where his head had been previously] Jack Walsh: Shit!
Truck Driver: [shouts] Ya dumb broad! Driving instructor: All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger. Very good. Well done.
Nancy: Help! I've got him! Hey, Daddy! I've Got him trapped! Help! Where are you? Sgt. Parker: Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's under control! Nancy: Get my dad, you asshole!
Martha Shaw: Look, a woman know when a man looks into her eyes and sees someone else. Young Noah: Now you know that I want to give you all the things that you want, right? But I can't, because they're gone... They're broken.
Danny: Second task, power - on the night of the fight, we're gonna throw the switch on Sin City. Basher, it's your show. Basher: You want broke, blind, or bedlam? Danny: How about all three? Basher: Right, it's done.
Basher: That poxy demo crew haven't used a coaxial feed to batten the main line, have they? Instead they've gone and nosed up the backup grid, nosed it right up! Reuben: [to Livingston] Do you understand any of this? Livingston: I'll explain later.
[in a safe heist] Basher: All right chaps. Hang on to your knickers. [He triggers the bomb, and the safe door cracks open. Laughing, Basher dances into the vault - and the alarm goes off] Basher: Oh leave it out! You tossers! You had one job to do!
Man with Bullhorn: All right, boys! It's the authorities! We got you surrounded! Just come on out and grabbin' air! And don't try nothing fancy! Your sityeachin is purty nigh hopeless!
[first lines] Station agent: Hey - hey hey hey hey, if you want any tickets, you'll have to go around to, eh, to, eh, the front of the, eh... oooh, well, I s'pose it'll be all right.
