Ski Mask: [while reaching into his jacket] Please... Tommy "Tombs" Perello: [before he executes him] Tell you what, have a mai tai on me, huh?
Richie: I have to tell you something... Margot: What's that? Richie: I love you. Margot: I love you, too.
Mason: You got some new lyrics you want to try out on me? Marcus: There's a lot of fucks in it. Mason: I won't tell.
William Somerset: But you gotta be a, a hero. You want to be a champion. Well, let me tell you. People don't want a champion. They want to eat cheeseburgers, play the lotto and watch television.
Lydia Howland: Mom... Can you tell me what the story was about? Dr. Alice Howland: ...Love! Lydia Howland: That's right mom... It was about love.
Dwight: I tell little Miho what has to be done. Then I'll make the most important phone call in my life.
Blanche DuBois: Young, young man. Did anyone ever tell you you look like a young prince out of the 'Arabian Nights'?
Miles Raymond: She tell you she was married? Jack: Yeah. Miles Raymond: So what the fuck were you thinking? Jack: Wasn't supposed to be back 'til six. Fucker rolls in at five.
Jerry: Have I got things to tell you! Joe: What happened? Jerry: I'm engaged. Joe: Congratulations. Who's the lucky girl? Jerry: I am!
Timmy: Smalls, you mean to tell me you went home, swiped a ball that was signed by BABE RUTH, brought it out here and actually played with it? Tommy: And actually played with it?
Squints: [In the tree house, telling the story of the mutant dog who lives next door] ... after a while the cops started getting calls from people reporting all the missing thieves...
Don Lockwood: Tell me the truth, am I a good actor? Cosmo Brown: As long as I'm working for Monumental Pictures, you're the greatest of 'em all.
Inara Serra: I'm fine! I'm... giddy. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Ya know, for a woman schooled in telling men what they want to hear, you ain't much of a liar.
[Given a detective's gold badge] Frank Serpico: What's this for? For bein' an honest cop? Hmm? Or for being stupid enough to get shot in the face? You tell them that they can shove it.
[after a reading of Spenser's The Faerie Queen] Marianne: Shall we continue tomorrow? Colonel Brandon: No, for I must away. Marianne: Away? Where? Colonel Brandon: That I cannot tell you. It is a secret.
Mrs. Dashwood: [feeling Marianne's ankle after she sprains it, Marianne being enraptured with Willoughby] Tell me if I hurt you. Elinor: She feels no pain, mama.
Cartman: Mom? If you were in a German "scheisse" video, you... you'd tell me, right? [short pause] Mrs. Cartman: Sure, hon.
Bryan: I have a daughter who wants to be a singer. I was wondering if you have any tips for her. Sheerah: Yeah, I do. Tell her pick another career.
Lt. Col. Gordon Tall: It's never necessary to tell me that you think I'm right. We'll just... assume it.
Flynn Rider: [after Rapunzel's magical tear revives him] Rapunzel? Rapunzel: [surprised] Eugene! Flynn Rider: [smiles] Did I ever tell you I've got a thing for brunettes?
Rapunzel: Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, Mother? [starts twirling frying pan] Rapunzel: Well... [laughs] Rapunzel: ...tell that to my frying pa... [accidentally hits herself with pan]
