[after being told they are reassigning him to a nice village he originally planned for retirement] Nicholas Angel: I don't know what to say. Metropolitan Police Inspector: Yes. Sergeant: Yes, thank you.
Dori: Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf? Gandalf: Yes? Dori: May I tempt you with a cup of chamomile? Gandalf: Oh, no, thank you, Dori. A little red wine for me, I think.
Alan Garner: It was a real pleasure meeting you. Melissa: Fuck off! Alan Garner: I'm thinking about getting my bartender's license. Melissa: Suck my dick. Alan Garner: No, thank you.
Eames: Great. Thank you. So, now we're trapped in Fischer's mind battling his own private army, and if we get killed, we'll be lost in limbo till our brains turn to scrambled egg.
King George VI: [as he prepares to broadcast his wartime speech] Logue, however this turns out, I don't know how to thank you... for what you've done. Lionel Logue: [after a pause] Knighthood?
Adult Pi Patel: So which story do you prefer? Writer: The one with the tiger. That's the better story. Adult Pi Patel: Thank you. And so it goes with God. Writer: [smiles] It's an amazing story.
Yuri Orlov: Thank God there are still legal ways to exploit developing countries. The only problem with an honest buck is they're so hard to make - the margins are too low, too many people are doin' it.
Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. [to Satine] Christian: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.
[Jane climbs a ladder] Frank: Nice beaver! Jane: [producing a stuffed beaver] Thank you. I just had it stuffed.
Pappy O'Daniel: Shake a leg Junior! Thank God your mammy died givin' birth. If she'd have seen you, she'd have died o' shame.
Inigo Montoya: [pushing his way through a crowd] Excuse me... Pardon me, please, it's important... Fezzik, please? Fezzik: EVERYBODY MOVE! [everybody clears a path] Inigo Montoya: Thank you.
Marty: Yeah, I'm Martin Vail, from the public defender's office. I'm handling the Aaron Stampler case. Cop: Hmm, The Butcher Boy. Marty: Yes, thank you, I forgot his real name.
Dick Goodwin: You're to receive the questions in advance, and I'm to thank you for the courtesy of attending this hearing. Martin Rittenhome: Mercy. What a grueling line of inquiry. Dick Goodwin: Must have a familiar ring - the questions in advance.
Friar Tuck: Little John? It can't be. Little John: [unchains Friar Tuck] Shh. Quiet, we're busting out here. Friar Tuck: Thank God. My prayers have been answered.
Lando: [to Leia] You look absolutely beautiful. You truly belong here with us among the clouds. Princess Leia: [cooly] Thank you.
C-3PO: My lady, is there anything I might do? Padmé: No, thank you, 3P0. C-3PO: [walking away] I feel so helpless.
Barbara Wakefield: What's Washington like? Robert Wakefield: What's Washington like? Well its like Calcutta, surrounded by beggars. The only difference is the beggars in Washington wear fifteen hundred dollar suits and they don't say please or thank ...
Just don't let the hype of what people are saying and how much they love you, y'know, just take the compliment and be thankful that people are complimenting you, but don't let it consume you; don't let your circumstances around you and the way people...
Rachel Dawes: The day that Chill died, I... I said terrible things. Bruce Wayne: But true things. I *was* a coward with a gun. Justice is about more than revenge, so, thank you.
High-School Band Audition Judge: Okay, that's enough. Thank you, fellas. Hold it. Hold it, fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Bring up the next group, please.
Celine: Did your parents divorce? Jesse: Yeah. Finally. They should have done it a lot sooner, but they stuck together for a while for the "well-being of my sister and I", thank you very much.
