Top Dollar: So you're him, huh? The Avenger. The Killer of Killers. Nice outfit. I'm not sure about the face, though.
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] Now, on top of everything else, I gotta make sure no one fucks around with the Golden Jew.
[Nicky has come to collect] Tony the bookie: I thought you was layin' it. Nicky Santoro: Oh no. I'm taking it. Tony the bookie: Are you sure? Nicky Santoro: I'm positive.
[after cracking a secret code] Ralphie: [Reading it] Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!
Ron Woodroof: I swear it, Ray, God sure was dressin' the wrong doll when he blessed you with a set of balls.
Maj. Gen. Worden: This war was *not* started for your private gratification, and you can be damned sure it's not being run for your personal convenience, either!
Rufus T. Firefly: Hey! Do you want to be a public nuisance? Chicolini: Sure! How much does the job pay?
Mr. Fox: Redemption? Sure. But in the end, he's just another dead rat in a garbage pail behind a Chinese restaurant.
Jack Ryan: Could you launch an ICBM horizontally? Skip Tyler: Sure. Why would you want to?
Samantha: So what was it like being married? Theodore: Well, it's hard, for sure. But there's something that feels so good about sharing your life with somebody.
Fast Eddie: You sure don't leave much when you miss, do you, Fats? Minnesota Fats: That's what the game's all about
[Rumbling is heard] Manfred: [to Diego] Tell me that was your stomach. Diego: Shh. Sid: I'm sure it's just thunder. From, under... ground?
Dr. Brand: Not sure of what I'm more afraid of, them never coming back, or coming back to find we've failed. Murph: Then let's succeed.
Sherif Ali: Does it surprise you, Mr Bentley? Surely, you know the Arabs are a barbarous people. Barbarous and cruel. Who but they! Who but they!
Edith: [Upset by one of John's claims] Were you? John Oldman: [Gentle] If I said no, could you ever be sure?
Sheriff McClelland: Boy, somebody had a cookout here. Vince, Posse gunman: Yeah, it sure looks like it, Tom.
[last words] Cameraman: You're sure you don't want me to film the trench? Jane Livingstone: No. A trench is a trench. They're all the same.
Max Schumacher: [about Diana] I'm not sure she's capable of any real feelings. She's television generation. She learned life from Bugs Bunny.
Terry: Well, then inform Mr. Levin that he'll be better off watching the fight in front of his television at home... Surely *he* must have HBO.
Harmonica: [to Frank, spotting a gunman above a painted clock] Time sure flies! It's already past twelve.
[Searching for the sure-fire flop] Max Bialystock: "Gregor Samsa awoke one morning to discover that he had been transformed into a giant cockroach." Nah, it's too good.
