Nikolai Luzhin: [referring to Soyka] Okay. Now I'm going to do his teeth and cut off his fingers. You might want to leave room. [Nikolai motions for Azim to go away, and then puts out his cigarette on his tongue]
Maria: Is that you Bill? Bill! [She runs into a dark room and is grabbed by Angel Eyes] Maria: Who are you? What do you want with me? Angel Eyes: Go on talking about Bill Carson.
[Maid knocks on a door] Young Witch Maid: Housekeeping! [the door opens, something roars from inside the room, and the door slams shut] Young Witch Maid: I'll come back later.
[first lines] Mrs. Chasen: [after spotting Harold hanging from a noose in the living room] I suppose you think that's very funny, Harold... Oh, dinner at eight, Harold. And do try and be a little more vivacious.
Phil Wenneck: Whose fucking baby is that? Stu Price: Alan, are you sure you didn't see anyone else in the suite? Alan Garner: Yeah, I checked all the rooms... no one's there. Check its collar or something.
Poltical Officer Ivan Putin: [Discussing Captain Tupolev] He was your student. It is rumoured that he has a special place in his heart for you. Captain Ramius: There is little room in Tupolev's heart for anyone but Tupolev.
Ginny Weasley: [she and Harry are in the Room of Requirement. Ginny takes the book from Harry so she can hide it] Close your eyes so you won't be tempted
[last lines] Older Scout: [narrating] I was to think of these days many times. Of Jem, and Dill, and Boo Radley, and Tom Robinson, and Atticus. He would be in Jem's room all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
T.E. Lawrence: Michael George Hartley, this is a nasty, dark little room. Hartley: That's right. T.E. Lawrence: We are not happy in it. Hartley: It's better than a nasty, dark little trench. T.E. Lawrence: Then you're an ignoble fellow. Hartley: That...
David Gale: There once was a lesbian from Cancun/ who took a young man up to her room/ where they argued all night/ as to who had the right/ to do what and how much and to whom.
Sam: [reading the book's title] There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins, and The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins. You finished it. Frodo: Not quite. There's room for a little more.
Bob: I was feeling tight in the shoulders and neck, so I called down and had a Shiatsu massage in my room... Charlotte: Mmh, that's nice! Bob: And the tightness has completely disappeared and been replaced by unbelievable pain. [Charlotte laughs]
Paul Sheldon: [Paul is trying to use his "key" to unlock the door of his room] Come on, you've written about this. Now, do it. Paul Sheldon: [the "key" unlocks the door and he opens it] What do you know? It actually works.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
[in the midst of a fight in a Conference room, Frank wipes off Mikhail Gorbachev's birthmark. Frank looks at us] Frank: I knew it! [Frank throws Gorbachev through a wall]
Ellen Griswold: [leaving the house] I turned off the water, the stove, the heat and the air, locked the door, notified the police, stopped the papers. I called to get the grass cut. Did I put the timers on the living-room lights?
Max Von Mayerling: You see those offices up there? That was Madame's dressing room, the whole row. Joe Gillis: Didn't leave much for Wallace Reid. Max Von Mayerling: Oh, he had a big bungalow on wheels.
Dr. Jerry Woolridge: You sleep with your mama tonight. I'm gonna sleep with your brother so Karl can have your room. Daughter: Why? Dr. Jerry Woolridge: 'Cause he's company.
Elinor Dashwood: Marianne, can you play something else? Mamma has been weeping since breakfast. [Elinor exits; Marianne switches to a dirge] Elinor Dashwood: [from the other room] I meant something LESS mournful, dearest.
Woody: [in Bonnie's room] Look, I just need to get out of here... Buttercup: [dramatically] There is no way out! [Woody stares at him in horror] Buttercup: Just kidding. Door's right over there. [he points]
George Bennings: [Bennings rushes into Childs room] Childs, Mac wants the flamethrower! Childs: Mac wants the what? George Bennings: That's what he said. Now move! Childs: [Childs tucks in his shirts and grumbles] Damn it!
