[the readings Agatha is giving run quickly on a makeshift screen] John Anderton: It's too fast. Slow it down. Rufus Riley: How do I slow this down, I should hit her on the head?
Fred: That baseball player sure looks like a giant to me. Susan: Sometimes people grow very large, but that's abnormal. Fred: I'll bet your mother told you that, too.
Amos Carruthers: [bringing his truant son Herbert to school] Ain't you goin' to give him a whoppin'? Ransom Stoddard: No, he's too big.
Boss Spearman: She ought not to sneak up like that. Charley Waite: She weren't sneaking. I scared that woman half to death. Boss Spearman: Scared me a little bit too.
Peter Gibbons: Lawrence, you awake? Lawrence: Yeah. Peter Gibbons: You wanna come over? Lawrence: No, thanks, man. I don't want you fucking up my life, too.
Ulysses Everett McGill: So you're against me now too? Is that how it is boys? The whole world, God almighty, and now you.
Larry: I want to go too! I wanna be free! I want out! Mr. Hirsch's Lawyer: I'm warning you, that's Communist talk!
Indiana: Do we need the monkey? Marion: I'm surprised at you. Talking that way about our baby. He's got your looks, too. Indiana: And your brains.
H.I.: He's a scandal in't he, he's a little outlaw. Ed McDonnough: Naw, he-he-he's a good boy. H.I.: He ain't too good, you can tell by that twinkle in his eye.
Sam: I want to skate, too. Alain van Versch: It's not Skate, it's Ski. Sam: It's Skate. Alain van Versch: No, it's Ski. Sam: Skate! Alain van Versch: Ski. Sam: You're annoying me!
Apollo's Trainer: Hey, champ, you oughta come and look at this boy you're gonna fight on TV. It looks like he means business. Apollo Creed: Yeah, yeah. I mean business too.
Tatiana: I think my mouth is too big. James Bond: I think it's a very lovely mouth. It's just the right size - for me anyway!
Ethel: Royal, this is Henry Sherman. Royal: [shaking hands with him] Hey, lay it on me, man. Henry Sherman: How do you do? Royal: Not too well, I'm dying.
Lisa: How's your leg? Jeff: Hurts a little. Lisa: Your stomach? Jeff: Empty as a football. Lisa: And your love life? Jeff: Not too active. Lisa: Anything else bothering you? Jeff: Uh-huh, who are you?
Lando: I had no choice. They arrived right before you did. I'm sorry. Han Solo: I'm sorry too.
Marcus Licinius Crassus: I understand - I'm informed that Spartacus once trained under your auspices. Lentulus Biatatus: Yes. In fact, if it isn't too subversive to say so, I made him what he is today.
Crash: Good evening. My name is Crash, and these are the Boys. Wallace Wells: [yelling out] Is that girl a boy too? Crash: Yes! [girl drummer flips him off]
Woody: Buzz, you've got wings! You glow in the dark! You talk! Your helmet does that, that... *whoosh* thing! You are a cool toy! [loses steam] Woody: As a matter of fact, you're *too* cool.
Nick Naylor: After watching the footage of the Kent State shootings, Bobby Jay, then seventeen, signed up for the National Guard so that he, too, could shoot college students.
[Mr. Litwak opens the arcade for business] Mr. Litwak: Morning, kids, come on in! Good to see you, good to see you... [to a grandfather accompanying the kids, winking] Mr. Litwak: You too, little fella.
Donnie Azoff: I hate that fuckin' dog. Jordan Belfort: Yeah, it's getting old and decrepit. It's startin' to shit in the house again. Donnie Azoff: Me too.
