Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private? Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!
Baron Frankenstein: [lastlines] [Raises a glass of wine to offer a toast] Baron Frankenstein: Well, as I said before, here I say again, Here's... Here's to a son... to the House of Frankenstein. Maid: Indeed, Sir. You too, Sir.
Ransom Stoddard: You're not going to use the story, Mr. Scott? Maxwell Scott: No, sir. This is the West, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.
Gen. Sir Harold Alexander: You know, George, you'd have made a great Marshal for Napoleon, if you'd lived in the 18th Century. Patton: Oh, but I did, Sir Alex, I did.
Jack Torrance: Mr. Grady, you *were* the caretaker here. Delbert Grady: I'm sorry to differ with you sir, but *you* are the caretaker. You've always been the caretaker. I should know sir - I've always been here.
Marianne: Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Sir John Middleton: Yes, yes, of course. My goodness. Yes, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear.
Gorman: Morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway, but... Hudson: Sir? Gorman: What is it, Hicks? Hudson: Hudson, sir. [points] Hudson: He's Hicks.
Hudson: Is this gonna be a standup fight, sir, or another bughunt? Gorman: All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony, and that a xenomorph may be involved. Frost: Excuse me sir, a-a what? Gorman: A xenomorph. Hicks: It's a bughunt.
Redmond Barry: It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty. I knew Sir Charles Lyndon before his passing. King George III: We were very fond of Sir Charles Lyndon.
Dear Sir, poor sir, brave sir." he read, "You are an experiment by the Creator of the Universe. You are the only creature in the entire Universe who has free will. You are the only one who has to figure out what to do next - and why. Everybody else i...
I wish I had only offered you a sovereign instead of ten pounds. Give me back nine pounds, Jane; I’ve a use for it.' 'And so have I, sir,' I returned, putting my hands and my purse behind me. 'I could not spare the money on any account.' 'Little ni...
You said she has no travel records leaving Italy?" "Yes sir." "So there is a great possibility that she is still here in Italy, isn't?" "Yes sir." "What is 'true love' in Italian?" Secretary Wood showed surprise in his boss' peculiar question that wa...
Dube: [Dube, after running through the hotel lobby with a leaking cooler of lobster, quickly empties the cooler in a sink. Water, ice, and lobsters come gushing out into the sink and onto the surrounding counter. Some of the water, ice and one of the...
Saint-Auban: How far did you advance? Private Ferol: To about the middle of no man's land, sir. Saint-Auban: Then what did you do? Private Ferol: Well... I saw that me and Meyer... Saint-Auban: [rudely cutting him off] I didn't ask you what you saw. ...
Director: Cut dammit! Cut! Mr Bakshi. Hrundi V. Bakshi: Yes, Sir? Director: Has it occurred to you that the period of our picture is 1878? Hrundi V. Bakshi: Oh, yes indeed sir. I am well aware that that is the period of the film. 1878. Director: Mr. ...
Steele: Sergeant, what's the meaning of this? [Thinking he's talking about the unauthorized pig picking] "Hoot": Just a little aerial target practice, sir. Didn't want to leave 'em behind. Steele: I'm talking about your weapon, soldier. Now Delta or ...
[after Captain Steele caught Sgt. Pilla imitating him] Steele: Quick word, Specialist. Dominick Pilla: Sir. [gives the middle finger to his fellow soldiers while walking with Steele] Steele: Tell me, Pilla. You understand why we have a chain of comma...
Commander, I always used to consider that you had a definite anti-authoritarian streak in you.” “Sir?” “It seems that you have managed to retain this even though you are authority.” “Sir?” “That’s practically zen.
He expects us to kill him," Palomides said to Dinadan. "Some people are so demanding," Dinadan replied. "Considering we've only just met, I mean.
The general root of superstition : namely, that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss; and commit to memory the one, and forget and pass over the other.
Cop: Sir, the FBI is here. Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, the FBI is here, now? Cop: Yes, sir. Right over there. Dwayne T. Robinson: Hold this. [straightens his jacket] Sergeant Al Powell: Want a breath mint?
