[after Jason has killed Desh, the assasin sent after him and Nicky] Jason Bourne: [throws Desh's cell phone to Nicky] Code it in. We need to be dead.
I think I realized very early on that you can spend a lot of time constructing a really perfect scene in final draft and just end up throwing it away because you didn't figure out that mathematics of the story first.
I feel like a pioneer with the split-fingered fastball. I was the first one to really throw it pretty much 100 percent of the time. It was a pitch that I had to have. If I didn't have it, I wouldn't have been in the big leagues.
Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality,...
With every film, we form a small little world for a period of time. Everybody is close, and then one fine day everything is over. That can throw you off. So you have to learn to take things in your stride and not get too emotional about people or sit...
Everything rational and sensible abandons me when I try to throw out photographs. Time and time again, I hold one over a wastebasket, and then find it impossible to release my fingers and let the picture drop and disappear.
Prison guard: [after accidentally throwing Dorleac off the cliff together with a supposedly dead body] We could have handled that a bit better.
Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big. [Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette] Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch.
[Nemo is sleeping, Jacques throws many rocks onto him] Nemo: ...uh... AH. [wakes up] Jacques: Suivez-moi. [Nemo stares, unsure] Jacques: [returns to clarify] Follow me.
Richard Blaney: [having missed betting on a horse that won at 20-to-1 odds] Twenty-to-one. Twenty-to-bloody-one! Christ, damn it to hell! [throws down a box of grapes and stomps on them]
Rita: I like to see a man of advancing years throwing caution to the wind. It's inspiring in a way. Phil: My years are not advancing as fast as you might think.
Lt. Muldoon: Where are my men? Abby: [throws a bag to Lt. Muldoon] I put several right here. Lt. Muldoon: What the fuck is this? Abby: Their balls, sweetheart.
Walter Burns: [ducking from Hildy's throw and reaching for the ringing telephone] Oh, you're losing your arm! You used to be able to pitch better than that.
Clarence: You see, George, you've really had a wonderful life. Don't you see what a mistake it would be to throw it away?
Sid Hudgens: Are you tight with the DA, Jackie? Jack Vincennes: Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. He tried to throw me off the force last Christmas as a little joke.
Jesus: [holds up two rocks on display to the crowd] Which one of you people has never sinned? Whoever that is, come up here and throw these!
Lew Zealand: Boomerang fish! Guaranteed fresh! Throw the fish A-WAY... and it comes back to me! Get 'em while they're fresh!
Trailer Son: [after Sully throws Randall into a door and destroys it] Mama! 'Nother gator got in the house! Trailer Mom: Another gator? Gimme that shovel! [she begins to whack Randall with the shovel]
Maitre d': Good evening sir and how are we today? Mr. Creosote: Better. Maitre d': Better? Mr. Creosote: Better get a bucket. I'm gonna throw up.
Lock: [of Jack] There he is! Barrel: Alive! Shock: Just like we said! Mayor: [throws Jack a ladder] Grab ahold, my boy!
Roger Thornhill: We'll get them. We'll throw the book at them. Assault and kidnapping. Assault with a gun and a bourbon and a sports car. We'll get them.
