Sam: You know I don't usually hold with foreign food, but this Elvish stuff - it's not bad. Frodo: Nothing dampens your spirits Sam. Sam: [looks at the nearing rain clouds] Those rain clouds might.
Sam: We're innocent travelers. Faramir: There are no travelers in this land... only servants of the Dark Lord. Frodo: We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those who claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.
God: What are you doing now? King Arthur: Averting our eyes, oh Lord. God: Well, don't. It's just like those miserable psalms, they're so depressing. Now knock it off!
Paul: Nostalgia is denial - denial of the painful present... the name for this denial is golden age thinking - the erroneous notion that a different time period is better than the one one's living in - it's a flaw in the romantic imagination of those...
Max Rockatansky: I am the one that runs both from the living and the dead. Hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland, reduced to one instinct: survive.
Caine: I thought killing those fools would make me feel good, but it really didn't make me feel anything. I just knew that I could kill somebody, and if I had to, I could do it again.
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!
[the crew watch brain surgery performed on the ship's deck] Able Seaman: Is them 'is brains, doctor? Dr. Stephen Maturin: No, that's just dried blood. THOSE are his brains. [the crew oohs and aahs]
Cera: I hope those aren't my cigarettes. Chiki: When I took them, I didn't know you'd need them. But now I hope . . . [lighting one up and taking a drag, then putting it into Cera's mouth] Chiki: that you'll die of cancer.
Noodles: I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! Noodles: You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!
Delmar O'Donnell: I'm gonna visit those foreclosing son-of-a-guns at the Indianola Savings & Loan, slap that money on the barrelhead and buy back the family farm. You ain't no kind of man if you ain't got land.
Mark Van Doren: Charlie, from what I understand, it's just a bunch of frauds showing off an erudition they really didn't have. All you have to do is... Charles Van Doren: The problem is, Dad, is that it seems I was one of those frauds.
Stanley Goodspeed: Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the cat again, been into it ever since.
James Stevens: If two members of staff have to fall in love and decide to get married, there's nothing one can say. But what I do find a major irritation are those persons who are simply going from post to post looking for romance.
Doctor: Ray, do you know how much a candy bar costs? Raymond: 'Bout a hundred dollars. Doctor: Do you know how much one of those new compact cars costs? Raymond: 'Bout a hundred dollars.
Minister: [singing at pilot's funeral] Lord, guard and guide the men who fly through the great spaces in the sky. Be with them always in the air, in darkened storm or sunlight glare. O, hear us when we lift our prayer, for those in peril in the air. ...
Coach Yoast: [after winning the state championship] I know football, and what you did with those boys. You were the right man for the job, Coach! Coach Boone: You're a Hall-of-Famer in my book! [both raise game ball in victory]
Norma Desmond: We don't need two cars, we have a car. Not one of those cheap new things made of chromium and spit, an Isotta-Fraschini. Have you ever heard of Isotta-Fraschini? All handmade. Cost me $28,000.
Gail: Those boys in that Chrysler are one mistake away from seeing what Miho can do, and she' been aching for some practice. Dwight: She guides my glance upwards to the pixie perched on the roof's edge. Deadly little Miho.
Colter Stevens: Christina, what would you do if you knew you had less than one minute to live? Christina Warren: I'd make those seconds count. Colter Stevens: I'd kiss you again. Christina Warren: Again? [he kisses her]
Evan: Fogell, I just don't understand why you were smoking cigarettes with those cops. Fogell: Because I fucking rule! Oh, we are SO gonna get laid tonight! Seth: I am, I'm gonna get laid.
