Helen: [on the phone] Hello? Marge: [on the phone] Hi. Yeah, it's Marge. Listen, I was standing outside talking to Carol, and Peg drove by. And she had somebody with her in the car. Helen: [on the phone] Did you get a good look at it?
Ed Reynolds: [referring to Tor Johnson] Why did you give HIM all the dialog? He is unintelligible! Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Look, Bela's dead and Vampira won't talk. I had to give somebody the dialog!
Forrest Gump: He was from a long great military tradition. Somebody from his family had fought and died in every single American war. I guess you could say he had a lot to live up to.
Private Eightball: Now you might not believe it, but under fire Animal Mother is one of the... finest human beings in the world. All he needs is somebody to throw hand grenades at him the rest of his life.
[as the pelicans watch Gerald choking on his breakfast] Nigel: Reckon somebody oughta help the poor guy. Pelicans: [all shrug and mutter] Yeah, yeah right... Nigel: [sarcastically] Well, don't everybody fly off at once.
Sonny: Hey, listen, I want somebody good - and I mean very good - to plant that gun. I don't want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hands, alright? Clemenza: The gun'll be there.
Peter McCallister: Hi. Harry: Hi. Are you Mr. McCallister? Peter McCallister: Yeah. Harry: The Mr. McCallister who lives here? Peter McCallister: Yes. Pizza Boy: Oh, good, because somebody owes me $122.50.
Dr. Sanderson: Think carefully, Dowd. Didn't you know somebody, sometime, someplace by the name of Harvey? Didn't you ever know anybody by that name? Elwood P. Dowd: No, no, not one, Doctor. Maybe that's why I always had such hopes for it.
O-Ren (voice): [in Japanese; subtitled] Look at me, Matsumoto. Take a good look at my face. Look at my eyes. Do I look familiar? Do I look like somebody... you murdered?
George: I've not been touched in years. Nurse #1: Really? No, I mean... not a friend? Your, your mother, I mean... people have to be touched, everyone gets touched by somebody they love. George: I know. It's weird, isn't it?
Adult Simba: Well... Timon: Yeah? Adult Simba: Somebody once told me that the great kings of the past are up there, watching over us. Pumbaa: Really? Timon: You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us?
Duke Forrest: Dammit, Henry, Frank Burns is a menace! Every time a patient croaks on him he says it's "God's will" or somebody else's fault. Hawkeye Pierce: Yeah, and this time he blamed it on some kid who was stupid enough to belive him.
[last lines] Cheyenne: Hey, Harmonica - when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows *where* to shoot... Go away... go away... go away, I don't want you to see me die.
Geppetto: [waking up to a loud crashing noise] Who's there? Pinocchio: It's me. Geppetto: [relieved] Oh, it's me. [starts to lie back down, then suddenly sits up boltright] Geppetto: Huh? Shhh! Figaro, there's somebody in here!
Nice Guy Eddie: Alright, Mr. Fucking Compassion! I will call somebody! Mr. White: Who? Nice Guy Eddie: A fucking snakecharmer! What do you think? I'll call a doctor!
K-Billy DJ: That was The Partridge Family's "Doesn't Somebody Want to be Wanted?", followed by Edison Lighthouse's "Love Grows where my Rosemary Goes" as K-Billy's Super Sounds of the 70's weekend just keeps on... truckin'.
Duncan: My mom's boyfriend called me a 3! Who says that to somebody? Owen: That's about him, that's got nothing to do with you. Duncan: How do you know? Owen: Because I know.
Harry Burns: I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
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