Grim Reaper: Shut up, you American. You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say "let me tell you something" and "I just wanna say." Well, you're dead now, so shut up.
[the salesman tries to sell a diamond to Szell] Jewelry Salesman: Tell you what, I know an independent appraiser upstairs, and if he doesn't swear that I'm practically giving this thing away... well, I guess I'll have to find myself a new brother-in-...
Yale: You know we have to stop seeing each other, don't you. Mary Wilke: Oh, yeah. Right. Right. I understand. I could tell by the sound of your voice on the phone. Very authoritative, y'know. Like the pope, or the computer in 2001.
Fred Gailey: Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial, it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.
Cypher: You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? [Takes a bite of steak] Cypher: Ignorance is bliss.
Cypher: Look into his eyes. Those big pretty eyes and tell me... Yes or no? [looks at Neo, tears slightly visible in her eyes] Trinity: Yes. Cypher: No! I don't believe it! Tank: Believe it or not, you piece of shit, you're still gonna burn!
Receptionist: [after telling Woody he hasn't won the money] I can give you a free gift. Would you like a hat or a seat cushion? David Grant: Dad. Do you want a hat or a seat cushion? Woody Grant: I'll take a hat.
Ed Tom Bell: You ride Winston. Wendell: You sure? Ed Tom Bell: Oh I'm sure. Anything happens to Loretta's horse, I can tell ya I don't want to be the party that was on board.
Young Allie: What do ya want? [asks after he tells her he needs to regain his strength after making love all day] Young Noah: Hmmm. I want some... uh... pancakes... and some bacon... and chicken.
Clark: [Edited TV version] Excuse me. Could you please tell how to get back on the expressway? Pimp: Man, who do I look like, Christopher "Columbo" Clark: Thank you very much.
Grandpa: It was ten days to the wedding. The King still lived, but Buttercup's nightmares were growing steadily worse. The Grandson: See, didn't I tell you she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck? Grandpa: Yes, you're very smart. Shut up.
Elizabeth Bennet: He looks miserable, poor soul. Charlotte Lucas: Miserable he may be, but poor he most certainly is not. Elizabeth Bennet: Tell me. Charlotte Lucas: 10,000 a year and he owns half of Derbyshire. Elizabeth Bennet: The miserable half?
Charlie: Listen, Ray, our dad died, that means he's not with us anymore. Did they tell you about that? Raymond: I don't know. Charlie: You don't know if they told you or you don't know what death is? Raymond: I don't know.
Max Fischer: So tell me Curly, how do you know Miss Cross? Dr. Peter Flynn: We went to Harvard together. Max Fischer: Oh that's great. I wrote a hit play and directed it, so I'm not sweating it either.
Frank Lopez: You know what a chazzer is? Tony Montana: No, Frank, you tell me. What is a chazzer? Frank Lopez: It's a Yiddish word for "pig." See, the guy, he wants more than what he needs. He don't fly straight no more.
[Ed pulls the car over after doing a couple of 360s] Ed: Whoa, mama! Shaun: Christ! What the hell do you think you're doing? Ed: Chill out. Everyone's all right. Shaun: Stop telling me to chill out!
Mickey: I'll tell ya what. I'll do it for a caravan. Turkish: For what? Pikeys: For a caravan. Tommy: It was us who wanted a caravan. [looking around] Tommy: Anyway, what's wrong with this one? Mickey: It's not for me. It's for me ma. Turkish: Your w...
Christy: You're asking me to believe that the CFO of Facebook doesn't know how to change his relationship status on Facebook? Eduardo Saverin: It's a little embarrassing so you should take it as a sign of trust that I would tell you that.
Don Lockwood: Now listen, R.F., the owner of the Coconut Grove may do what Lina tells him to, but you're the head of this studio. R.F. Simpson: That's right, I'm the head of this studio. She's hired! But don't let Lina know she's on the lot.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: It's of interest to me how much you seem to know about that world. Shepherd Book: I wasn't born a shepherd, Mal. Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: You have to tell me about that sometime. Shepherd Book: [pause] No, I don't.
[as Mrs. Dashwood sees off Marianne's dashing rescuer] Marianne: [whispering] His name! His name! Mrs. Dashwood: Oh, his name! [runs back] Mrs. Dashwood: Please, could you tell us to whom we are so much obliged?
