Mr. Dryden: [to Bentley, on a meeting between Lawrence and Allenby] Well, I'll tell you. It's a little clash of temperament that's going on in there. Inevitably, one of them's half-mad - and the other, wholly unscrupulous.
Lynn Bracken: You're the first man in five years who didn't tell me I look like Veronica Lake inside of a minute. Bud White: You look better than Veronica Lake.
Javert: Reform is a discredited fantasy. Modern science tells us that people are by nature, law breakers or law abiders. A wolf could wear sheep's clothing but he's still a wolf.
Malcolm Tucker: Hey, Foetusboy, Lesson One: I tell you to fuck off, what do you do? Toby Wright: Eff off? Malcolm Tucker: You'll go far, now fuck off.
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf... [heard in the background] Merry: What do they say about him? Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Ben Sanderson: I'll tell you, right now... I'm in love with you. But, be that as it may, i am not here to force my twisted soul into your life.
Mrs. Iselin: [to her husband] I keep telling you not to think! You're very, very good at a great many things, but thinking, hon', just simply isn't one of them.
Jason: Did you want to tell me something, Adam? [Adam turns to Jason as Luigi Castigliane appears behind Jason, staring ominously at Adam] Adam Kesher: This is the girl. Luigi Castigliane: Excellent choice... Adam.
Scott Hatteberg: [Responding to being asked to play first base for the Oakland A's] I've only ever played catcher. Billy Beane: It's not that hard, Scott. Tell him, Wash. Ron Washington: It's incredibly hard.
[while he's kicking Leo on the floor] John Anderton: Is he alive? He's alive. Where've you got him? Is he all right? [shouting] John Anderton: Tell me, you fuck, where is he?
[last lines] Waitress: Excuse me, but are you Paul Sheldon? Paul Sheldon: Yes. Waitress: I just wanted to tell you I'm your number one fan. Paul Sheldon: That's... very sweet of you...
Eric: I got a postcard from Wendy. Neil: I think she's mad at me because I owe her like 3 letters. Eric: Yeah, her last P.S. is "Tell Fuckface to write me."
Radar: Did you finish the papers? SSgt. Vollmer: What? Radar: You don't know about the papers? SSgt. Vollmer: What papers? Radar: The colonel left some papers. SSgt. Vollmer: Why didn't you tell me about the papers?
Altamirano: Tell them they must leave the missions. They must submit to the will of God. Gabriel: They say it was the will of God that they came out of the jungle and built the mission. They don't understand why God has changed his mind.
Clark: Excuse me, could you please tell me how to get back on the express way? Pimp: Fuck yo mama! Clark: Thank you very much.
Robert Thorn: If there were anything wrong, you'd tell me, wouldn't you? Kathy Thorn: Wrong? What could be wrong with our child, Robert? We're beautiful people, aren't we?
Bob Slydell: [telling Lumbergh who's going to be fired] There's two more people we can easily lose, and then there's Tom Smykowski... He's useless. [laughs] Bob Slydell: Gone.
Ulysses Everett McGill: I'll tell you what I am - I'm the damn paterfamilias! You can't marry him!
Morton: Not bad. Congratulations. Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them. Frank: People scare better when they're dying.
Senator: Fletcher, there's an old saying, to the victors belong the spoils. Fletcher: There's another old saying Senator. Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining.
[Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive] Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
