SHUT UP. Both of you. You're coming with me." To me he said, "Put some pants on." "Fuck you. This is my house. I make the rules. You take your clothes . John, get the Twister mat.
They think that, if we were just smart enough, we'd be able to understand their policies. And I so want to tell 'em, and I do tell 'em, Oh, we're plenty smart, oh yeah - we know what's goin' on. And we don't like what's goin' on. And we're not gonna ...
Mrs. Marcus: Sylvester! Sylvester Marcus: Mama! Mrs. Marcus: Why couldn't you listen? Why couldn't you shut up when I was trying to tell you to listen? J. Algernon Hawthorne: Have a care, that chap's run absolutely amok!
Second cab driver: [they're chasing Capt. Culpeper] He's heading for the border. Let's stop and call the police station. Mrs. Marcus: You shut up! We're gonna get that money. Keep driving! Second cab driver: That woman is something else.
Lestat: Perfect! Just perfect! Just burn the place! Burn everything we own! Have us sleeping in the field like cattle! Louis: You thought you could have it all... Lestat: Oh, shut up, Louis! Mon Dieu! Come here.
[trying to make conversation with Aurelia, who doesn't understand a word] Jamie: No, right. "Silence is golden," as the Tremeloes said. Clever guys. Although I think the original version was by, uh, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Great, great, g...
[Alyssa has just kissed George] George: Why did you do that? Alyssa: When you were dating my mom you seemed like a really good kisser. Oh god, she'd die if she found out. George: Let's shut up and let her live.
[Joe counts the tip and finds it is a buck short] Joe: Hey, who didn't throw in? Mr. Orange: Mr. Pink. Joe: Mr. Pink? Why not? Mr. Orange: He don't tip. Joe: He don't tip? Whaddaya mean you don't tip? Mr. Orange: He don't believe in it. Joe: Shut up!
[from a deleted scene] Errol: You're a dead man, Tony! You hear me? A fucking dead man! Brick Top: Oi! What's going on in there? Errol: He's pissed in my fucking pocket! Brick Top: Oh, shut up, Errol. Get back in your fucking pram. Tony, ain't you ho...
Hockney: What about it, pretzel man? What's your story? Keaton: His name's Verbal. Verbal Kint. McManus: Verbal? Keaton: Yeah. Verbal: 'Roger', really. People say I talk too much. Hockney: Yeah, I was just gonna tell you to shut up.
Claire Standish: [about her parents] I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. It's like they use me just to get back at each other. Allison Reynolds: [her first word of dialogue so far] Ha! Claire Standish: [long pause] Shut up!
John Lotter: Shut up, you fucking pervert. Are you a girl or are you not? ARE YOU A GIRL OR ARE YOU NOT? Tom Nissen: There's an easy way to fix this problem. Brandon: Fuck you! You stay the fuck away from me! Tom Nissen: Oh, you wanna fight?
Doughboy: We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga? [Ferris and gang take a step back] Ferris: Put the gun away, nigga. Female Club Member: Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin'; nobody gets shot? Doughboy: Shut up, bitch!
Pete Dunham: Hey broth, you couldn't make a hundred could you? Steve Dunham: Yeah, how does piss off sound? Pete Dunham: Oh fuck off. Come on. Get some drinks in. Get some drinks in. Get some... Steve Dunham: Shut up! Just shut up. I'll tell you what...
We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation -rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.
Vimes stuck his helmet under his arm, smoothed back his hair, and knocked. He'd considered asking Sargent Colon to accompany him, but had brushed the idea aside quickly. He couldn't have tolerated the sniggering. Anyway, what was there to be afraid o...
How you felt?" he asks, still looking like he's trying to hide a smirk. "Oh, shut up. I'm going now. I'm sorry I bothered you, your Highness of Reindeerness," I say, with more than a little sarcasm. "I promise not to ever disturb you again.
So are you an inmate or a rubbernecker?" she asks. "Rubbernecker," I answer without hesitation. "You?" "I'm a screw. Or on staff, anyway. Used to be an inmate. Repeat offender. Crimes against my body. Puking sickness followed by heroin, which led to ...
When God grabs you by the scruff of the neck then although theoretically you have a freedom to say 'no', in another sense, actually, you can't say no because it's like Jeremiah. 'God, you have cheated me. You called me to be a prophet against the peo...
Ryan Stone: C'mon Matt, talk to me. Tell me where you are, give me your position. Where are you? Give me a visual, tell me what you see. C'mon, you've been yammering since we left Cape Canaveral, *now* you decide to shut up? Talk to me! Just say some...
Sam: This is Tickle. Andrew Largeman: What is Tickle? Sam: Tickle's my favorite thing in the whole world. It's all that's left of Nanny, my blanket. Andrew Largeman: Tickle is all that remains. Was there a hurricane or something? Sam: Shut up! No, I ...
