Harry Potter: And Remus, your son... Remus Lupin: Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day, he'll understand.
Behrani: [to his son Esmail] Pesaram, she is a bird, a broken one. Your grandfather used to say that a bird which flies into your house is an angel. You must look upon his presence as a blessing.
Jack Ryan: [thinking out loud - while slamming his hand on the table] You son of a bitch! Jeffrey Pelt: [Mildly] You want to add something to our discution, Doctor Ryan?
Professor Henry Jones: [accidentally shoots their own plane with the machine gun] Indiana Jones: Dad, are we hit? Professor Henry Jones: More or less. Son, I'm sorry. They got us.
[first lines] Title Card: 1925 / King George V reigns over a quarter of the world's people. He asks his second son, the Duke of York, to give the closing speech at the Empire Exhibition in Wembley, London.
The Boss: [showing a picture] That was my son. Notice how I said was? Slevin: Yeah. The Boss: That's because he's dead. Murdered. Relegated to the past tense. Sent from an is to a was before he'd had his breakfast. Slevin: Bummer.
Martin Riggs: The guy who shot me! The same albino jackrabbit son of a bitch who did Hunsacker. Roger Murtaugh: You sure? Martin Riggs: Yeah, I'm sure man. I never forget an asshole.
[a general greets Medal of Honor winner Staff Sgt. Raymond Shaw on his return to the U.S] General: Congratulations, son. How do you feel? Raymond Shaw: Like Captain Idiot in Astounding Science comics.
Frank Hackett: Well, the issue is: Shall we kill Howard Beale, or not? I'd like to get some more opinions on that. Diana Christensen: I don't see we have any options, Frank. Let's kill the son-of-a-bitch.
Frank Hackett: I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna impale the son-of-a-bitch with a sharp stick through the heart. I'll take out a contract on him. I'll hire a professional killer; no, I'll do it myself. I'll strangle him with a sash cord.
Dae-su Oh: If by any chance Mido should find out the truth, you son of a bitch, I'm going to rip you limb from limb. And your remains will never be found. Why? Because I'm going to swallow every last bit.
Laura Lee: Kansas was all golden and smelled like sunshine. Josey Wales: Yeah, well, I always heard there were three kinds of suns in Kansas, sunshine, sunflowers, and sons-of-bitches.
[talking about Maya and walking by a golfer and his son] Jack: Don't you just want to feel that cozy little box grip down on your johnson? Vacationing Dr. Walt Hendricks: Hey, you mind keeping it down, buddy?
Delbert Grady: [referring to Jack murdering his wife and son] Mr. Torrance, I see you can hardly have taken care of the business we discussed. Jack Torrance: No need to rub it in, Mr. Grady.
The Ringo Kid: That was my kid brother that broke his arm. You did a good job, Doc, even if you were drunk. Dr. Josiah Boone: Thank you, son. Professional compliments are always pleasing.
Newscaster: A Los Angeles Police Department Narcotics officer was killed today serving a high-risk warrant near LAX. An LAPD spokesperson says that Detective Alonzo Harris is survived by his wife and four sons.
Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky. Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Helena Ayala: I'm on the board of my son's school, I have fundraisers for adult literacy at my own home. I think I have a right to know if my husband is a legitimate business man. Arnie Metzger: Of course he is.
Mike Teevee: Wait till I get a real one. Colt 45. Pop won't let me have one yet, will ya, Pop? Mr. Teevee: Not till you're 12, son.
Paikea: A long time ago, my ancestor Paikea came to this place on the back of a whale. Since then, in every generation of my family, the first born son has carried his name and become the leader of our tribe... until now.
Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.
