H.I.: Do you ever get the feeling that there's something... Powerful pressing down on you? Glen: Yes, I know that feeling. I told Dot to lose some weight but she don't wanna listen.
Paulie: You're busted! Adrian: What? Paulie: You're not a virgin! [Adrian sobbing] Paulie: You let him get into your pants! She's busted! [Rocky grabs Paulie; screams, then sobs] Paulie: [cries] I can't haul meat no more.
[last lines] Joe Oramas: It's the librarian fantasy, man. Glasses off, hair down, books flying. Finbar McBride: She doesn't wear glasses. Olivia Harris: Well, buy her some, it's worth it.
Joe Gillis: So they were turning after all, those cameras. Life, which can be strangely merciful, had taken pity on Norma Desmond. The dream she had clung to so desperately had enfolded her.
Stanley Kowalski: I never met a dame yet that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and there's some of them that give themselves credit for more than they've got.
Stanley Kowalski: [sarcastically: picking up Blanche's tiara] Well what is that? A crown for an empress? Stella: A rhinestone tiara she wore to a costume ball! Stanley Kowalski: [serious] What is rhinestone? Stella: Next door to glass.
Delbert Grady: [to Jack, who's locked in the pantry] Your wife appears to be stronger than we imagined, Mr. Torrance. Somewhat more... resourceful. She seems to have got the better of you. Jack Torrance: For the moment, Mr. Grady. Only for the moment...
Osgood: [referring to his mother] Right now, she thinks I'm out there on my yacht - deep sea fishing! Daphne: Well, pull in your reel, Mr. Fielding, you're barking up the wrong fish!
Jerry: Will you look at that! Look how she moves! It's like Jell-O on springs. Must have some sort of built-in motor or something. I tell you, it's a whole different sex!
Shrek: Fiona? Are you all right? [Fiona looks at herself, and sees she is still an ogre] Princess Fiona: Yes. But, I don't understand. I'm supposed to be beautiful. Shrek: But you are beautiful. Donkey: I was hoping this would be a happy ending... [S...
Eve: She's ready for you. James Bond: I'm sorry, have we met before? Eve: I'm the one who should say sorry. James Bond: It was only four ribs. Some of the less vital organs. Nothing major.
Squints: Where did your old man get that ball? Smalls: I don't know. Some lady gave it to him. She even signed her name on it.Some lady named... Ruth. Baby Ruth. All: *Babe Ruth?*
Don Lockwood: Where'd Miss Selden go? Female dancer: She just grabbed her things and bolted. Anything I can do? Don Lockwood: Sorry, I don't have time to find out.
River Tam: You take care of me, Simon. You've always taken care of me. My turn. [she dives through the closing doors, grabs the medikit, and throws it to Simon just before the doors close]
Leslie Lane: [feeling his gun as she's riding on the back of his motorcycle] What'ya need a gun for? Frank Serpico: Didya ever hear of Barnum and Bailey? Leslie Lane: Yeah. Frank Serpico: Well, I'm their lion tamer.
Larry: Leslie is a mindfucker. Frank Serpico: You gotta be kidding. I didn't know that. What's a mindfucker? Larry: Well, it's a chick who digs intellectual types and super bright guys. Frank Serpico: Oh, she's very perceptive.
Kim Pine: Scott. Not that I care, but you should go talk to Ramona before she's gone. Scott Pilgrim: Thanks, Kim. Kim Pine: And I really don't care.
Marty: He's askin' about Alabama. Drexl Spivey: Where the fuck is that bitch? Clarence Worley: She's with me. Drexl Spivey: Who the fuck are you? Clarence Worley: I'm her husband. Drexl Spivey: [laughs] Well, that makes us practically related.
Nick Naylor: Polly works for the Moderation Council. A casual drinker by the age of 14, Polly quickly developed a tolerance usually reserved for Irish dockworkers. In our world, she's the woman that got the pope to endorse red wine.
[Rose is telling the story of how she and Jack met] Lewis Bodine: Wait a second. You were going to kill youself by jumping off of the Titanic? [laughing hysterically] Lewis Bodine: All you had to do was wait two days!
Rose: [Rose is pointing out certain people to Jack before dinner] That's John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?
