Cobb: [over the phone] How are you, huh? How are you doing? James: Okay, I guess. Cobb: Who's just okay? Is that you, James? James: Yeah. Is Mommy with you? Cobb: James, we talked about this. Mommy's not here anymore. James: Where?
Katie Deauxma: Dave? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you dressed as Kick-Ass? Dave Lizewski: Because I am Kick-Ass! Katie Deauxma: What are you talking about? Dave Lizewski: I'm also not gay! Katie Deauxma: Fuck!
French Soldier: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Leonard Shelby: If we talk for too long, I'll forget how we started. Next time I see you, I'm not gonna remember this conversation. I don't even know if I've met you before. [pause] Leonard Shelby: I've told you this before, haven't I?
[talking on the phone about Sammy Jankis' attempts to learn through repitition] Leonard Shelby: Sammy had no drive, no reason to make it work. [listens and looks at his tattoo reading "John G. raped and murdered my wife"] Leonard Shelby: Me? Yeah, I ...
Frank: You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. Just funny. Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.
Charlie: If my Aunt Helen were still here, I could talk to her. And I know she would understand how I am both happy and sad, and I'm still trying to figure out how could that be.
Kaplan: I don't like it any more than you do, Reed, but listen. Sgt. Reed: You listen to me, you asshole! You're talking about shutting down a major metropolitan police force! Without cops, this city would tear itself apart!
Police Chief: You know if the boy ever talked to a psychiatrist? Plato: You mean a head-shrinker? Crawford Family Maid: Oh, Mrs. Crawford don't believe in them, sir. Police Chief: Well, maybe she better start.
John Mason: [as they are escaping] Hummel won't do it, he's a soldier not a murderer. I read it in his eyes. Stanley Goodspeed: You read it in his eyes? I'm sorry, but that's not a chance I can afford to take! John Mason: Okay, then talk louder.
Ethel: What are you talking about? Chas: The apartment. I have to get some new sprinklers and a back-up security system installed. Ethel: But there are no sprinklers here either. Chas: We might have to do something about that too.
Raleigh: You've made a cuckold of me. Margot: I know. Raleigh: Many times over. Margot: I'm sorry. Raleigh: And you nearly killed your poor brother. Ethel: What's he talking about? Margot: It doesn't matter. Raleigh: She's balling Eli Cash.
Richie: And I heard about Eli. Margot: I know. Poor Eli. Anyway, we mostly just talked about you. Richie: You did? Margot: Yeah. I guess that was the attraction, if you know what I mean.
Elvira: You know what you're becoming, Tony? You're an immigrant spick millionaire, who can't stop talking about money... Tony Montana: Who the fuck you calling a spick, mang? You white piece of bread. Get outta the way of the television.
Dolores Chanal: Let's put them at the table, we'll dry them off, change their clothes. They'll be our living dolls, huh? Tomorrow we can take them on a picnic. Teddy Daniels: If you ever loved me, Dolores, please stop talking.
John Ballantine: That Freud stuff's a bunch of hooey. Dr. Alex Brulov: Oh, you are a fine one to talk! You have a guilt complex and amnesia and you don't know if you are coming or going from somewhere, but Freud is hooey! *This* you know! Hmph! Wiseg...
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I've staked my crew's life on the theory that you're a person, actual and whole, and if I'm wrong, you'd best shoot me now... [River cocks the gun she is pointing at Mal] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Or, we could talk more.
Dr. Josiah Boone: Jerry, I'll admit as one man to another that, economically, I haven't been of much value to you. But do you suppose you could put one on credit? Jerry (bartender): If talk was money, Doc, you'd be the best customer I got.
Gideon Gordon Graves: [talking to Scott Pilgrim] Well, if my cathedral of cutting-edge taste holds no interest for your tragically Canadian sensibilities, then I shall be forced to grant you a swift exit from the premises... and a fast entrance into ...
Fuchs: [whispering] I have to talk to you. MacReady: I'm tired of talkin', Fuchs. I just wanna get up to my shack and get drunk. Fuchs: Mac, it's important. MacReady: What is it? Fuchs: Outside. MacReady: It's 40 below zero outside.
Dobbs: Conscience. What a thing. If you believe you got a conscience it'll pester you to death. But if you don't believe you got one, what could it do t'ya? Makes me sick, all this talking and fussing about nonsense.
