[after the fire drill] Chas: Four minutes, forty-eight seconds. We're all dead. Burned to a crisp.
The Royal TenenbaumsAri: [about Margot's severed finger] Did you try to sew it back on? Margot: Wasn't worth it.
The Royal TenenbaumsMy stomach is rather content, now that I think about it. 'Tis my mind that is starving.
A Royal RebornA gold cage is still a cage. -King David I Oh, go cry in a bag of money. -Queen Christina
The Royal TreatmentRaleigh: You don't love me any more, do you? Margot: I do, kind of. I can't explain it right now.
The Royal Tenenbaums