Eve Kendall: I tipped the steward five dollars to seat you here if you should come in. Roger Thornhill: Is that a proposition? Eve Kendall: I never discuss love on an empty stomach. Roger Thornhill: You've already eaten! Eve Kendall: But you haven't.
Sheba Hart: We never invited you to the fucking Dordogne! Barbara Covett: I'm sorry, but you specifically said if I happened to be in France I should drop in. Sheba Hart: We didn't mean it! Barbara Covett: Well, fine. I won't come then.
Samir: [trying to decide if he should go along with the virus plot] I have a question. Peter Gibbons: Yes? Samir: In... in these conjugal visits, you can have sex with women? Peter Gibbons: Yep, you sure can. Samir: OK, I'll do it.
Will Turner: Elizabeth, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you.
Jane Bennet: Mr. Bingley is just what a young man ought to be. Sensible, good humour... Elizabeth Bennet: Handsome, conveniently rich. Jane Bennet: You know perfectly well that I do not believe that marriage should be driven by thoughts of money!
Charlie: My Aunt Helen has said I should be a writer, but I don't know what I'd write about. Sam: You could write about us. Patrick: Yeah! Call it 'Slut and the Falcon'. Make us solve crimes.
Mr. Callahan: Nothing, why don't you read first? Patrick: Alright, Chapter 1: Surviving your fascist shop teacher who needs to put kids down to feel big. Oh wow! This is useful guys, we should read on!
Belloq: How odd that it should end this way for us after so many stimulating encounters. I almost regret it. Where shall I find a new adversary so close to my own level? Indiana: Try the local sewer.
Corey Flood: Did you sleep with her? Lloyd Dobler: I admit nothing. D.C.: Lloyd, it's us. Corey Flood: Look at his face. He did the deed. D.C.: You're an inspiration, Lloyd. You should go on the 700 Club or something.
Christy: You're asking me to believe that the CFO of Facebook doesn't know how to change his relationship status on Facebook? Eduardo Saverin: It's a little embarrassing so you should take it as a sign of trust that I would tell you that.
[at a spelling bee] Teacher: The word is "forensics". Kid: Ah, fuck that. Why should we fucking have to spell forensics? [cheers from kids in audience] Kid: S-U-C-K-M-Y-A-S-S. Forensics.
C-3PO: Master Luke, sir. Pardon me for asking, but what should R2 and I do if we're discovered here? Luke Skywalker: Lock the door. Han Solo: And hope they don't have blasters. C-3PO: That isn't very reassuring.
Moreno: So tell me something. How long have you been a pig, I mean, a police officer? Jake Hoyt: I've been a pig for 19 months. Moreno: 19 months? You like it? Jake Hoyt: I should have been a fireman.
Rooster Cogburn: We'll sleep here and follow in the morning. Mattie Ross: But we promised to bury the poor soul inside! Rooster Cogburn: Ground's too hard. If them men wanted a decent burial, they should have gotten themselves kilt in summer.
Carlos Ayala: Listen to me, I built our house, and I'm not going to lose it. My business, that would take a lot of private study. I suggest you look into the Coronel. Helena Ayala: The painting? Carlos Ayala: Into selling it. If you can stomach it. Y...
BR: Oh, I heard the Heather Holloway article is coming out tomorrow. Nick Naylor: Really? BR: Yeah, anything I should be worried about? Nick Naylor: Yeah, the Cancer Association. Apparently they have it in for us. BR: Fuckers.
[Old Rose is telling Lovett and his crew about the Titanic] Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I ...
Maybelle Carter: You should go down there to him, June. June Carter: Mama? Maybelle Carter: He's all mixed up. June Carter: I am not goin' down there, if I go down there... Maybelle Carter: You're already are down there, honey.
Dr. Manhattan: Adrian, stop this. The tachyons were clever. But even if I can't predict where you are I can still turn the walls to glass. I should thank you. I'd almost forgotten the excitement of *not* knowing. The delights of uncertainty.
George: And please keep your clothes on, too. There aren't many more sickening sights in this world than you with a few drinks in you and your skirt up over your head. Or "your heads", I should say.
President McKenna: What do you need, William? William Stryker: Just your authorization for a special operation. President McKenna: And somehow I thought you were here to talk about school reform. William Stryker: Funny you should say that, Mr. Presid...
