Doris Walker: I was wrong when I told you that, Susie. You must believe in Mr. Kringle and keep right on doing it. You must have faith in him.
Kris Kringle: [smells other Santa's breath] You've been drinking. Drunken Santa Claus: Well, it's cold outside. A man's gotta do something to keep warm.
[West Indian Archie gives Malcolm his first gun] West Indian Archie: Now you're outfitted. You ready to tackle the streets? Malcolm X: Yeah, I'm ready. Let them come.
Tina's Mom: [On seeing Tina's torn nightgown] Tina, you either gotta cut your fingernails or ya gotta stop that kind of dreaming. One or the other.
Nancy: [looking in the mirror] This is just a dream, this isn't real. This is just a dream, he isn't real. He isn't... Nancy: [Freddy smashes through the mirror and grabs her]
Nancy: [after seeing that the house is now fully secured] Mother! What's with the bars? Marge: Security. Nancy: Security? Security from what? Marge: Not from what, from whom.
Nancy: Maybe I should just pick up that bottle and veg out with you; ignore everything going on around me by getting good and loaded. Marge: [Smacks Nancy]
Young Allie: [Noah is about to lie down in the street intersection] You're gonna get hit. Young Noah: [Looks around for oncoming cars, there aren't any in sight] Uhh, by all the cars?
Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life we two, maybe not like you remember. Maybe not like I imagined. But we could get by.
Beggar Woman: [singing about Todd and Mrs. Lovett's incinerator] Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil! City on fire!
Mrs. Lovett: We could have a life, us two. Maybe not like I dreamed. Maybe not like you remember. But we could get by.
Jordan Belfort: Let me tell you something. There's no nobility in poverty. I've been a poor man, and I've been a rich man. And I choose rich every fucking time.
Jordan Belfort: Her pussy was like heroine to me. And it wasn't just about the sex either. Naomi and I got along. I mean, we had similar interests and shit.
Jordan Belfort: The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it.
Jordan Belfort: [after shipwreck] The nice thing about being rescued by Italians is that they feed you, make you drink red wine, then you get to dance.
Donnie Azoff: I hate that fuckin' dog. Jordan Belfort: Yeah, it's getting old and decrepit. It's startin' to shit in the house again. Donnie Azoff: Me too.
Gordon Gekko: I'm talking about liquid. Rich enough to have your own jet. Rich enough not to waste time. Fifty, a hundred million dollars, buddy. A player. Or nothing.
Bud Fox: This is really a nice club, Mr. Gekko. Gordon Gekko: Yeah, not bad for a City College boy. I bought my way in, now all these Ivy league schmucks are sucking my kneecaps.
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