Ding Bell: Ah, this is hopeless. We're gonna get noplace if we're gonna continue listening to this old bag. Benjy Benjamin: What are you trying to do, lady? You trying to split us up so it becomes every man for himself? Ding Bell: ...And every woman ...
[first lines] Bagheera: Many strange legends are told of these jungles of India, but none so strange as the story of a small boy named Mowgli. It all began when the silence of the jungle was broken by an unfamiliar sound. [Sound of baby crying] Baghe...
Mowgli: [sees the girl] Look. What's that? Bagheera: Oh, it's the man-village. Mowgli: No, no. I mean that. Baloo: Forget about those, they ain't nothing but trouble. Mowgli: Just a minute. I've never seen one before. Baloo: So you've seen one. So le...
White House Man: We have to control the intelligence from Saigon. Lyndon B. Johnson: Well don't let McNamara start sticking his damn nose in this thing! Every time he goes over to Saigon on some fuckin' fact-finding mission, he comes back and just sc...
Juno MacGuff: [When Mark shows Juno one of his old comic books] "Most Fruitful Yuki"? What is... Oh my god, she's a pregnant superhero! Mark Loring: Isn't that great? I got it when I was in Japan with my band. She reminds me of you. Juno MacGuff: Wow...
The Writer: At the beginning of the school year, Vern had buried a quart jar of pennies underneath his house. He drew a treasure map so he could find them again. A week later, his mom cleaned out his room and threw away the map. Vern had been trying ...
Cindy: Dean, I give you this ring... Justice of the Peace: As a symbol. Cindy: As a symbol... Justice of the Peace: Of my solemn vow. Cindy: Of my solemn vow... Justice of the Peace: And everlasting love. Cindy: And everlasting love... Justice of the...
Mercedes: Albert, I found the note you left explaining where you'd gone. But now I must explain something to you. Where you've really come from. Albert, you are the son of Edmond Dantes. The man you know as the Count of Monte Cristo. [Albert Mondego ...
Charlie Chaplin: I'm sorry, I prefer not to shake hands with Nazis. German Diplomat: What have you got against us, Mr. Chaplin? Charlie Chaplin: What have you got against everybody else? Man at party: You'll have to forgive him. He's a Jew! German Di...
Charles Foster Kane: You know, Mr. Bernstein, if I hadn't been very rich, I might have been a really great man. Walter Parks Thatcher: Don't you think you are? Charles Foster Kane: I think I did pretty well under the circumstances. Walter Parks Thatc...
Truman Capote: I had lunch with Jimmy Baldwin the other day. Party date: How is he? Truman Capote: He's lovely, he's a lovely man. And he told me the plot of his new book. And he said, "I just wanted to make sure it's not one of those problem novels,...
Mr. White: Hello? James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk. Mr. White: Who is this? [a shot rings out. White's leg is shattered. He drops to the ground in obvious pain and drags himself toward the house. He is stopped at the steps by the feet of a man ...
Flanagan: Fucking black people, huh? Graham: What did you just say? Flanagan: I mean, I know all the sociological reasons why, per capita eight times more black men are incarcerated than white men... Schools are a disgrace, lack of opportunity, bias ...
Top Dollar: Ya know, my daddy used to say every man's got a devil. And you can't rest 'til you find him. What happened back there with you and your girlfriend - I cleared that building. Hell, nothin' in this town happens without my say-so. So I'm sor...
Ilsa: A franc for your thoughts. Rick: In America they'd bring only a penny, and, huh, I guess that's about all they're worth. Ilsa: Well, I'm willing to be overcharged. Tell me. Rick: Well, I was wondering... Ilsa: Yes? Rick: Why I'm so lucky. Why I...
Flirting Executive: Hello Mrs. Rothstein, how are you? [kisses her hand] Flirting Executive: You're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, you're a lucky man Mr. Rothstein. Ace Rothstein: [hesitant] Thank you, thanks for that compliment. Ace ...
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] And what happens next? I can't believe it. Who the hell would believe that the FBI had a wire in the place looking for some information about some old homicide about some guy who was whacked out God knows when over God kno...
Nicky Santoro: You call yourself a man? You know you're a lyin', low-life, motherfuckin' gambling degenerate prick? You know that's what you are? Two small kids at home. I gave you money to pay the fuckin' rent and buy groceries, put the heat on. You...
[when Pazu and Sheeta are preparing to launch in the kite] Dola: Are you up there, Sheeta, my dear? Sheeta: Yes. Dola: Best ya come down right now! Sheeta: But why? Dola: Uh? 'Cause you're a GIRL! A FEMALE! That's MAN'S work! Sheeta: But YOU'RE femal...
Mother: All right. Now, are you ready to tell me where you heard that word? Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Now, I had heard that word at least ten times a day from my old man. He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It...
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Strange. Even something as momentous as the Scut Farkus affair, which it came to be known, was pushed out of my mind as I struggled to come up with a way out of the impenetrable BB gun web, in which my mother had me trap...
