Spike: He was just all alone. He couldn't enjoy a game with anyone else. Like living in a dream... That's the kind of man he was...
[Lee Samson is dying from the nano-machine virus] Lee Samson: Now I'll never... get to meet Spooky Donkey... ugh. Please restart...
Old Woman: He called you a cowboy. What did he mean? What are you? Spike: Just a humble bounty hunter, ma'am.
[Ed finds Lee Sampson and calls Faye] Faye: Really? That's great! I really didn't mean it when I said you were a pain in the butt.
Spike: [fighting Electra, who seems a formidable opponent] Are all the employees here like you? You got some pretty classy moves for a corporate girl.
Nelle Harper Lee: How did you like the movie? [referring to To Kill a Mockingbird] Truman Capote: [Muttering after she wanders off] I don't see what all the fuss is about.
Natasha Romanoff: Shall we play a game? [Smiles and turns to Steve] Natasha Romanoff: It's from a movie that... Steve Rogers: Yeah, I saw it.
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: You know, you're, you're much scarier in real life than you are in the movie. Bela Lugosi: Thank you.
Vampira: You're watching our Halloween movie, "White Zombie", starring Bela Lugosi, John Harron, Madge Bellamy, and a bunch of other people I've never heard of.
George Bailey: [running through Bedford Falls] Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!
Harry: Wow, I feel sore. I mean physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie in the 1950's.
Sid Hudgens: Get me some narco skinny. I want to do an all-hophead issue. You know, schwartze jazz musicians and movie stars. You like it?
Emmet: That's the signal, but the shield is still up. Batman: Then I guess we'll just have to wing it. [Beat] Batman: That's a bat pun.
Metalbeard: [describing President Business' office] ... Guarded by a robot army and secondary measures of every kind imaginable. Lasers, sharks, laser sharks, overbearing assistants...
Tallahassee: I'm not great at farewells, so, uh, that'll do, pig. Columbus: That's the worst goodbye I've ever heard, and you stole it from a movie.
The one regret I have about my own abortions is that they cost money that might otherwise have been spent on something more pleasurable, like taking the kids to movies and theme parks.
But with my last film, Spider it was agony. The money was always disappearing, nobody got paid, it was very difficult - and it's very distracting from the process of making the movie, of course. So I think things have been getting harder and harder.
In the '80s, I can't say that Amy and I were aware of an independent film community. We could only get a certain amount of money for our pictures, which made them low budget movies, but they were distributed through studios.
I don't like it when reviews aren't about the movie. When they're about how much money somebody made, or who they're sleeping with, or if they got the job via some connection, or about how Fox is putting X amount of dollars into it.
No movie has ever got enough time. It doesn't matter how much money you've got, and it doesn't matter how much money you've not got. You never finish on time. You're always up against it and you're always working up until the end.
Not only does Hollywood make money - it seems to make better movies during recessions. I'm sure a lot of studio executives wish we could have one every year.
