Grandpa Joad: I smell spare ribs. Somebody's been eatin' spare ribs. How come I ain't got none?
The Grapes of WrathUgluk: What is it? What do you smell? Mauhur: Man flesh. They've picked up our trail.
The Lord of the Rings: The Two TowersUlysses Everett McGill: I like the smell of my hair treatment; the pleasing odor is half the point.
O Brother, Where Art Thou?