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.
Douglas Quaid: Well, Cohaagen, I have to hand it to you. It's the best mindfuck yet. Vilos Cohaagen: Oh, don't take my word for it. Someone you trust wants to talk to you. Douglas Quaid: Who is it this time, my mother?
[Talking about Caledon Hockley] Old Rose: That's the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course. And inherited his millions. But the crash of '29 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year. Or so I read.
