Flora: Actually, to tell you the whole truth, Mother says that most people speak rubbish, and it's not worth it to listen. Aunt Morag: Well, that is a strong opinion. Flora: Aye. It's unholy.
Elizabeth Bennet: [On Marriage] Is that really all you think about? Mrs. Bennet: When you have five daughters, Lizzie, tell me what else will occupy your thoughts, and then perhaps you will understand.
Mrs. Bennet: Do you not want to know who has taken it? Mr. Bennet: As you wish to tell me, my dear, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Macaulay Connor: Oh Tracy darling... Tracy Lord: Mike... Macaulay Connor: What can I say to you? Tell me darling. Tracy Lord: Not anything - don't say anything. And especially not "darling."
H.I.: He's a scandal in't he, he's a little outlaw. Ed McDonnough: Naw, he-he-he's a good boy. H.I.: He ain't too good, you can tell by that twinkle in his eye.
Pat Wheeler: I told him you were one of the best. Colorado Ryan: Well, I'll tell you what I'm a lot better at, Mr. Wheeler... that's minding my own business.
John Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story to tell your kid. Stanley Goodspeed: You're insane, Mason. The kid'll have nightmares. I'll spend all my money on shrinks.
Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so!
Robin Hood: Tell me, young man, how old are you? Skippy: Gosh, I'm seven years old! Going on eight! Robin Hood: Seven? That does make you the man of the house.
Dr. Bruner: Raymond, wouldn't you feel more relaxed in your favorite K-Mart clothes? Charlie: Tell him, Ray. Raymond: K-Mart sucks. Dr. Bruner: Oh, I see.
[last lines] Django: Hey, believe me, that story gets better when I tell it, okay? [laughs, then turns to someone off-screen] Django: Come on! Bring some food over here! We're starving!
C-3PO: Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately 3,720 to 1. Han Solo: Never tell me the odds.
Tony Montana: [watching news on TV] I know that. But you know why, Vic? 'Cause you got your head up your culo. That's why that fucking guy never tells the truth. That motherfucker!
Grumpy: Ya crazy fool! Fine time ya picked to sneeze! Sneezy: I couldn't help it. I can't tell. When you gotta, you gotta.
Jack: This chick Stephanie, she's got it all goin' on. Miles Raymond: Well, she is cute, yeah. Jack: Cute? She's a fuckin' hottie. And you almost tell her that I'm gettin' married? What's the matter with you?
Wendy Torrance: [to Jack] It's amazing how fast you get used to such a big place. I tell you, when we first came up here I thought it was kinda scary.
Q: Oh, no. Can someone tell me how he got into our system? Raoul Silva: [program from his computer] Not such a clever boy. Q: Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. He hacked us.
Maria: Why didn't you children tell me you could dance? Kurt: We were afraid you'd make us all dance together. The von Trapp Family dancers. [spins]
Vinny: Wow! That's a great load off me mind. Now, if you wouldn't mind telling me who the fuck you are, apart from someone who feeds people to pigs of course!
[after Cosmo's car breaks down] Don Lockwood: Don't tell me, it's a flat tire. Cosmo Brown: I can't undertand it. This car hasn't given me a lick of trouble in nearly 6 hours.
Rosco: [after seeing the film screw-up] The sound, its out of synchronization! R.F. Simpson: [irritated] Well tell them to fix it! Rosco: [while getting up] Yes sir, fix it!
