Higgins: You served with Col. Donovan in the OSS, didn't you, sir? Mr. Wabash: I sailed the Adriatic with a movie star at the helm. It doesn't seem like much of a war now, but it was.
Billy Ray Valentine: [on his first day of work] What if I can't do this job, Coleman? What if I'm not what they expected? Coleman: Just be yourself, sir. Whatever happens, they can't take that away from you.
[outside, several young girls are dancing naked over a fire] Lord Summerisle: Good afternoon, Sergeant Howie. I trust the sight of the young people refreshes you. Sergeant Howie: No sir, it does NOT refresh me.
[deleted scene] [Logan's body is fished out of the Potomac river] Cop: What name should we give him, sir? Maj. Bill Stryker: Just put down X.
Colour Sergeant Bourne: It's a miracle. Lieutenant John Chard: If it's a miracle, Colour Sergeant, it's a short chamber Boxer Henry point 45 caliber miracle. Colour Sergeant Bourne: And a bayonet, sir, with some guts behind.
Richard Hannay: How far is Winnipeg from Montreal? Mr. Memory: A gentleman from Canada. You're welcome, sir. Winnipeg, the third city of Canada and the capital of Manitoba. Distance from Montreal: 1424 miles.
Boy in audience: What won the Cup in 1926? Mr. Memory: Cup? Waterloo? Football? Or Tea, Sir? Boy in audience: Football, silly Heckler in Audience: When did Chelsea win it? Mr. Memory: 63BC in the presence of the Emperor Nero!
[During a job interview] Dr. Lester: Which of these two letters comes first, this one or this one? Craig Schwartz: The symbol on the left is not a letter, sir? Dr. Lester: Damn, you're good. I was trying to trick you.
Gaff: You've done a man's job, sir. I guess you're through, huh? Deckard: Finished. [Gaff throws Deckard his gun] Gaff: It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?
Besides,” said Mr Norrell, “I really have no desire to write reviews of other people's books. Modern publications upon magic are the most pernicious things in the world, full of misinformation and wrong opinions.” “Then sir, you may say so. T...
Capt. Jack Doyle: Do you have any children, Miss Gennaro? Angie Gennaro: No, sir. Capt. Jack Doyle: My only child was murdered. She was twelve. Did you hear about it? What you probably didn't hear, and what I hope you never have to deal with, Miss Ge...
[first lines] Lt. Col. Henry Braymore Blake: Radar. Cpl. Walter 'Radar' O'Reilly: Yes, sir. I'll get ahold of Major Burns... Lt. Col. Henry Braymore Blake: I want you to get a hold of Major Burns... Cpl. Walter 'Radar' O'Reilly: ...Tell him to hold a...
Mustafa: [taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir? Anton Ego: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh,...
Shelby Forthright, BnL CEO: [Shelby appears onscreen in an old classified recorded message] Hey there, autopilots. Got some bad news. Um... Operation Cleanup has, well uh, failed. Wouldn't you know, rising toxicity levels have made life unsustainable...
Juror #3: It's these kids - the way they are nowadays. When I was a kid I used to call my father, "Sir". That's right. "Sir". You ever hear a kid call his father that anymore? Juror #8: Fathers don't seem to think it's important anymore. Juror #3: [l...
Your Majesty, I'm afraid everything that could possibly go wrong is going wrong," said Major Sir Michael Parker, an impresario for royal events with an expertise in pyrotechnics. "Oh good, what fun!" she replied with a smile.
Sir Topher finally looked up. “Because any hope beyond that, my boy, would be too much. I feared we would drown in it.” "Then I choose to drown,” Finnikin said. “In hope. Rather than float into nothing.
His indirect way of approaching a character or an action, striving to realize it by surrounding rather than invading it, is ideally suited to the indefinite and suggestive presentation of a ghost story. (introduction to "Sir Edmund Orme" by Henry Jam...
As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?" "Yum," said Mogget. "Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switc...
Master Griffin, I would marry my own mother for the excuse to stab my eyes out with her brooches than to see anything under your kilt," the man's voice said with an elegant aplomb. "Where would you like your guest's things, sir?
So you do enjoy my lovemaking?" She lifted an eyebrow. "If you can't tell that, sir, you are blind and deaf and probably stupid." If he'd been a peacock, he would have been strutting about, displaying his feathers.