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!
Genevieve: One thing I know for sure. A person can't sneeze in this town without somebody offering them a handkerchief.
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.
Doctor: Just one more thing, Captain. What makes you so sure the baby is a male? Capitán Vidal: [smirks] Don't fuck with me.
[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.
Minister Dormandy: No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it profound ugliness as it passes by.
Clergyman: I was interested to see a Bible by your bed. You actually find time to read it? Patton: I sure do. Every goddamn day.
[Raymond is about to go back to Walbrook on a train. He and Charlie are saying goodbye] Raymond: Very shiny train. Charlie: Yeah, sure is.
Jeff: She sure is the "eat, drink and be merry" girl. Stella: Yeah, she'll wind up fat, alcoholic and miserable.
Constance Petersen: All analysts have to be psychoanalyzed by other analysts before they start practicing. John Ballantine: Ahhh, that's to make sure that they're not too crazy.
[a large box has arrived at Barton cottage] Margaret: It's for us! Mrs. Dashwood: What is it, Thomas? Thomas: I'm not sure, ma'am, but it's right heavy.
[from trailer] Professor Moriaty: Are you sure you want to play this game? Sherlock Holmes: I'm afraid you'd lose.
[first lines] C-3PO: Did you hear that? They shut down the main reactor. We'll be destroyed for sure. This is madness.
David St. Hubbins: Well, I'm sure I'd feel much worse if I weren't under such heavy sedation.
Mr. Salt: You sure this thing'll float, eh, Wonka? Willy Wonka: With your buoyancy, sir, rest assured.
Hank McCoy: Are you sure we can't shave your head? Professor Charles Xavier: Don't touch my hair.
