Albus Dumbledore: You must be wondering why I brought you here. Harry Potter: Actually sir, after all these years I just sort of go with it.
Harry Potter: But, Sir, I thought we weren't allowed to apparate on Hogwarts' grounds. Albus Dumbledore: Well, being me... has its privileges.
Harry Potter: Did you know, sir? Then? Albus Dumbledore: Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.
Waiter: Would sir care for a drink? Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin: Martini. Gin, not vodka, obviously. Stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. Thank you.
Emperor Meiji: Ambassador Swanbeck, I have concluded that your treaty is NOT in the best interests of my people. Ambassador Swanbeck: Sir, if I may... Emperor Meiji: So sorry, but you may not.
[watching the Imperial Army's target practice] Algren: I suppose we should be grateful they're all firing in the same direction. Zebulon Gant: Couldn't have put it better myself, sir.
Sir Bedevere: Well, now, uh, Launcelot, Galahad, and I, wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by surprise - not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
Sir Robin: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more? King Arthur: Oh shut up and go and change your armour.
Calamy, Midshipman: [while viewing construction of the decoy Surprise] Excuse me, sir, but what are they building? Capt. Jack Aubrey: Your first command.
Motorcycle Cop: Do you know what the penalty for animal cruelty is in this state? Clark: No, sir, I don't. Motorcycle Cop: Well... it's probably pretty stiff.
[last lines] Secret Service Man: Excuse me, Mr. President. When you're ready to leave, your car's right over there. President: In a moment. Secret Service Man: Yes, sir.
Levinson: [Comes in with a plate of hors d'oeuvres with Hrundi's shoe on top of it] Would you care for some hors-d'oeuvres sir? Hrundi V. Bakshi: I am on a diet, but to hell with it! [Takes his shoe]
[as the British parade into Messina] Field Marshal Sir Bernard Law Montgomery: Don't smirk, Patton. I shan't kiss you. Patton: Pity. I shaved very close this morning in preparation for getting smacked by you.
[Katanga meets Indy, who is dirty and injured from the truck chase] Katanga: Mr. Jones! I've heard a lot about you, sir. Your appearance is exactly the way I imagined.
Little John: [after sitting on Hiss] Oh, excuse me, Buster. Hiss: Buster? You, sir, have taken my seat! Prince John: [laughs] Hiss, with you around, who needs a court jester?
Linguini: [in dream sequence] Do you know what you would like this evening, sir? Anton Ego: Yes, I'd like your heart roasted on a spit. Heh heh heh heh. Ha ha ha!
C-3PO: Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1. Han Solo: Never tell me the odds.
C-3PO: Sir, If I may venture an opinion... Han Solo: I'm not really interested in your opinion 3PO.
C-3PO: Sir, I don't know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect.
Imperial Officer: Sir, rebel ships are coming into our sector. Captain Lennox: Good, our first catch of the day.
C-3PO: Excuse me sir, but might I inquire as to what's going on? Han Solo: Why not? C-3PO: Impossible man.
