Parry: You have a great set of... dishes. Anne Napolitano: Jack, he's trying to start a con-vuh-sation... Jack Lucas: Then talk to him, he won't bite you.
Pinky: Me and the boys talked it over. We think you're a really straight fellow. M. Gustave: Well, I've never been accused of that before, but I appreciate the sentiment.
Lady in nursing home: [Watching Jerry Springer] It's interesting. Man in nursing home: Interesting? Bunch'a inbred trailer trash! All they ever talk about is fucking!
Luna Lovegood: [to her father] Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now. He's just too polite to say so.
[Nicholas is giving a talk to a group of school children] Nicholas Angel: Are there any questions? [Danny is sitting at the back of a group] Danny Butterman: Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up?
Stu Price: That is not Doug. Mr. Chow: What're you talking about, Willis? That him! Stu Price: No, I'm sorry, Mr. Chow, that's not our friend, he... it's... Alan Garner: The Doug we're looking for is a white.
[Mick is talking to a reporter about Tom foiling the robbery] Mick: Those men. They were gonna kill us. They were gonna kill us. Now, Tom... he's a hero.
Llewyn Davis: [talking to the cat] What's your name again? Llewyn Davis: [the cat escapes from him, through the window] Oh shit. No, no! Oh. Fuck, goddamnit, oh shit!
Alan Turing: When people talk to each other, they never say what they mean. [pause] Alan Turing: They say something else and you're expected to just know what they mean.
Dalton Russell: [after seeing the boy's violent video game] Finish your slice. I'll take you back to your father. I have to talk to him about this game.
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this? Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home. Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Edith: [talking about God] He's everywhere. We just can't see him. Harry: Pfft. If this was the best I could do, I'd be hiding, too.
Creasy: [talking to "The Voice" on the phone right after shooting his brothers hand] I'm gonna take your family apart piece by piece, you understand me? Piece by piece.
Needleman: So I said, "If you talk to me like that again, we're through." Smitty: Oh! What did she say? Needleman: You know my mom. She sent me to my room.
Max Jerry Horovitz: My 5th job was a garbage collector. I cleaned up after litter bugs and didn't have to talk to anybody. Sometimes I liked to pretend I was an intergalactic robot.
Old Man: They are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertilizer and women. I've never shared their enthusiasm for fertilizer. As for women, I became indifferent when I was eighty-three.
Peter Gibbons: Um, the 7-Eleven, right? You take a penny from the tray. Joanna: From the crippled children? Peter Gibbons: No, that's the jar. I'm talking about the tray, the pennies for everybody.
Peter Gibbons: [talking about the hypnotherapist he's about to see] Hey, he helped Anne lose weight. Samir: Peter, she's anorexic! Peter Gibbons: Yeah, the guy's really good.
Larry: I want to go too! I wanna be free! I want out! Mr. Hirsch's Lawyer: I'm warning you, that's Communist talk!
Mr. Darcy: Do you talk, as a rule, while dancing? Elizabeth Bennet: No... No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn... Makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?
Charlotte Lucas: Count your blessings, Lizzie. If he liked you you'd have to talk to him. Elizabeth Bennet: Precisely. As it is, I wouldn't dance with him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half!
