Hiccup: Oh, that's Snotlout, Fishlegs, the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and... [Astrid throws a bucket of water to the fired house] Hiccup: ...Astrid. Oh their job is so much cooler.
Uncle Billy: They're putting us out of business. So what? I can get another job, I'm only 55. Cousin Tilly: 56!
Tony Stark: Hmmm. Your eyes are red. Tears for your long lost boss? Virginia 'Pepper' Potts: Tears of joy. I hate job hunting. Tony Stark: Yeah, well, vacation's over.
Ariadne: Won't you tell me anything about this first? Cobb: Before I describe the job I have to know you can do it. Ariadne: Why? Cobb: It's not, strictly speaking, legal.
Rory Breaker: We're gonna do a proper decoration job. I want the grey skies of London illuminated. I want that house painted red.
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.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Jack Skellington: The job I have for you is top secret. It requires skill, craft, cunning, mis... Shock: And we thought you didn't *like* us, Jack.
Detective Fronteiri: You filmed him dying. Lou Bloom: That's my job, that's what I do, I'd like to think if you're seeing me you're having the worst day of your life.
[discussing possible candidates for their crew] Danny: Phil Turenteen... Rusty: Dead. Danny: No shit. On the job? Rusty: Skin cancer. Danny: D'you send flowers? Rusty: Dated his wife for a while.
Michael Bolton: Samir and I are the best programmers they got at that place. You haven't been showing up and you get to keep your job. Peter Gibbons: Actually, I'm being promoted.
Penny Wharvey McGill: Vernon here's got a job. Vernon's got prospects. He's bona fide. What are you?
General Omar N. Bradley: There's one big difference between you and me, George. I do this job because I've been trained to do it. You do it because you LOVE it.
Alain van Versch: Is that you in the photos with the orcas? Stéphanie: Yes. Alain van Versch: Is it your job? Stéphanie: Yes. Alain van Versch: I'd never have imagined! Stéphanie: Why? Can't a whore train orcas?
Freddy Newandyke: What is this? Holdaway: That's an amusing anecdote about a drug deal. Freddy Newandyke: What? Holdaway: Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a fucking job, man.
Jack: Grace, you are a line staff. It's not your job to interpret tears. That's what our trained therapists are here for. Grace: Then your trained therapists don't know shit.
Irene Adler: I'd say you're between jobs. Sherlock Holmes: And you, between husbands. Irene Adler: He was boring and he was jealous and he snored. I'm Irene Adler again.
Satan: You have spilled the blood of the innocent. Now begins two million years of Darkness. Chef: Oh, good job Mrs. Broslofski. Thanks a lot!
[X-wings are approaching Death Star] Wedge Antilles (Red 2): Look at the *size* of that thing! Red Leader: Cut the chatter, Red 2. Accelerate to attack speed.
Uncle Monty: Indeed, I remember my first agent. Raymond Duck. This dreadful little Israelite. Four floors up on the Charing Cross road and never a job at the top of them.
Father Barry: You want to know what's wrong with our waterfront? It's the love of a lousy buck. It's making love of a buck - -the cushy job - -more important than the love of man!
