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.
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?
