A common misperception of me is... that I am a tough, rough northerner, which I suppose I am really. But I'm pretty mild-mannered most of the time. It's the parts that you play I guess. I don't mind it. I'm not a tough guy. I'd like to act as a fair,...
I think with improv - and I say it all the time because it's become such a catch thing that you talk about improv - if the scene is well-written, you don't need to improv. But that being said, if something strikes you in the moment and, most importan...
Vesper Lynd: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed ter...
Sister James: I wish I could be like you. Sister Aloysius Beauvier: Why? Sister James: [Tearing up] Because I can't sleep anymore. Sister Aloysius Beauvier: Maybe we're not supposed to sleep so well.
Hoke Colburn: [Hoke and Idella are walking to Daisy's house and notice Boolie's car in the driveway] Now what do you suppose he's doin' here this early in the mornin'? Idella: Dunno... can't be good, I promise you that!
Reporter: I suppose you are just as scared as the rest of us. Klaatu: In a different way, perhaps. I am fearful when I see people substituting fear for reason.
Michael: Maybe he's some animal that wasn't supposed to live; kind of like those rabbits we saw. He could be a monkey or an orangutan. Elliot: A bald monkey? Gertie: Is he a pig? He sure eats like one.
Burke Dennings: Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations? Karl: I'm Swiss! Burke Dennings: Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard.
Sergeant Prendergast: [the other detectives have filled his desk with kitty litter] How am I supposed to get a pen out of here? Detective Keene: You don't need a pen. Just use one of them cat turds.
Ray Kinsella: [being rushed out of Mann's loft] You've changed - you know that? Terence Mann: Yes - I suppose I have! How about this: "Peace, love, *dope*"? Now get the *hell* out of here!
Mickey Ward: Alice, this is Charlene. Charlene Fleming: Hi. Alice Ward: I've heard a lot about you. Charlene Fleming: Really? I've heard a lot about you, too. Alice Ward: What's that supposed to mean? Charlene Fleming: Same thing you meant.
Stacks Edwards: What time is it? Tommy DeVito: It's eleven thirty, we're supposed to be there by nine. Stacks Edwards: Be ready in a minute. Tommy DeVito: Yeah, you were always fuckin' late, you were late for your own fuckin' funeral. [shoots him]
[Moody takes a drink from his flask] Seamus: What do you suppose he's got there? Harry: I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.
[first lines] Mrs. Chasen: [after spotting Harold hanging from a noose in the living room] I suppose you think that's very funny, Harold... Oh, dinner at eight, Harold. And do try and be a little more vivacious.
Santiago: Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion? Would you chose a person from the crowd there? A person to suffer as you suffer?
Michael Bolton: Peter, you're in deep shit. You were supposed to come in on Saturday. What were you doing? Peter Gibbons: Michael, I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything that I thought it could be.
Fezzik: You just shook your head... doesn't that make you happy? Westley: My brains, his steel, and your strength against sixty men, and you think a little head-jiggle is supposed to make me happy?
[the other pirates come upon Jack Sparrow in the cave] Pintel: You? You're supposed to be dead. Jack Sparrow: [Looks himself up and down] Am I not?
Lady Catherine de Bourg: Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say? Elizabeth Bennet: Only this - that if he is so, you can have no reason to suppose he will make an offer to *me*.
Cutter: Could I talk to Lord Caldlow in person? Owens: Out of the question, I'm afraid. Although I suppose if, in the course of your deliveries, your paths were to cross... I can't help you speaking your mind.
[in a pancake restaurant] Raymond: Maple syrup is supposed to be on the table before the pancakes. Charlie: Ray. Raymond: Yeah? Charlie: [Presents a container of maple syrup] Ta da. Raymond: Ha ha. Charlie Babbitt made a joke.
