Doctor #1: [to Bond, who is going into cardiac arrest] Stay calm and don't interrupt. Because you'll be dead within two minutes unless you do exactly what I tell you. James Bond: I'm all ears.
[a cowboy has his sock-feet on a table in the casino] Ace Rothstein: [to Sherbert] I don't give a shit who he's connected to. Tell him to take his fuckin' feet off the table. What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint?
Father Brendan Flynn: [to Sister James] There are people who go after your humanity, Sister, that tell you that the light in your heart is a weakness. Don't believe it. It's an old tactic of cruel people to kill kindness in the name of virtue.
Bruce Wayne: You look tired, Alfred. You'll be all right without me? Alfred Pennyworth: [looking at all the sunbathing women] You can tell me the Russian for, "Apply your own bloody suntan lotion."
Marquise de Merteuil: Tell us we should think of the opera. Chevalier Danceny: Oh, it's sublime, don't you find? Marquise de Merteuil: Monsieur Danceny is one of those rare eccentrics who come here to listen to the music.
William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses? Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco? William Blake: No, I traded it. Nobody: For what? William Blake: I'm not telling. Nobody: Liar. William Blake: Thief.
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Ambassador Trentino: Chicolini, your partner has deserted you but I'm still counting on you. There is a machine gun nest near Hill 28. I want it cleaned out. Chicolini: All right, I'll tell the janitor.
Barnhardt: Tell me, Hilda, does all this frighten you? Does it make you feel insecure? Hilda: Yes, sir, it certainly does. Barnhardt: That's good, Hilda. I'm glad.
Betina: What'cha do for your massa'? Django: Didn't you hear him tell ya, I ain't no slave? Betina: So, you really free? Django: Yeah, I is free. Betina: So, you wanna dress like that?
Zeus: So what's up with this L.A. thing? You famous or something? John McClane: Yeah, for about five minutes. Zeus: Don't tell me. Rodney King, right? John McClane: Fuck you.
Abra: [telling Cal she loves him] I was even thinking I was bad. I love you even though I'm afraid of you. Maybe someday I won't be.
Lt. Col. Bill Cage: What I am about to tell you sounds crazy. But you have to listen to me. Your very lives depend on it. You see, this isn't the first time.
Burke Dennings: Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations? Karl: I'm Swiss! Burke Dennings: Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard.
Teasle: Are you telling me that 200 of our men against your boy is a no-win situation for us? Trautman: You send that many, don't forget one thing. Teasle: What? Trautman: A good supply of body bags.
Raoul Duke: That bastard isn't gonna get away with this. I mean, what is going on in this country when a scumsucker like that can get away with sandbagging a doctor of journalism? Can you tell me that?
[speaking with the father of the girl he plans to marry, and after telling him that he's in hiding from some gangsters] Michael: Some people will pay a lot of money for that information; but then your daughter would lose a father, instead of gaining ...
Simon Bishop: Thank you, Melvin. You... overwhelm me. [pauses] Simon Bishop: I love you. Melvin Udall: I tell you, buddy... I'd be the luckiest guy alive if that did it for me.
[last lines] [Sean reads a note from Will: "Sean, if the Professor calls about that job, just tell him, sorry, I have to go see about a girl."] Sean: Son of a bitch... He stole my line.
M. Gustave: Well, what does it say? Where is it? What's it all about, damn it? Don't keep us in suspense, Serge, this has been a complete fucking nightmare! Just tell us what the fuck is going on!
Tuco: You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.
