Lex: What are you and Ellie gonna do now if you don't have to pick up dinosaur bones anymore? Dr. Alan Grant: I don't know. I guess... I guess we'll just have to evolve too.
Quint: [talking Brody through making knots] Little brown eel comes out of the cave... Swims into the hole... Comes out of the hole... Goes back into the cave again... It's not too good is it Chief? [Refering to Brody's messed up knot]
Keith: Do you think our check is ready? I-I know, pumpkin love; you know I'm pissed off, too. Can you believe this shit? It's been three months since that accident. The nerve.
Emmet: Isn't there a good cop? Bad Cop: [Changes to good cop] Hi buddy! Want a cup of water? Emmet: Yeah, actually. Bad Cop: [Changes back to bad cop] [Smacks water away] Bad Cop: Too bad!
Sunshine: [Seeing Jack crawling out from under her sister's buffalo robe] The others too? Jack Crabb: Uh, huh. Sunshine: I knew you were a good man.
[last lines] Yuri Orlov: You know who's going to inherit the Earth? Arms dealers. Because everyone else is too busy killing each other. That's the secret to survival. Never go to war. Especially with yourself.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: Frankie likes to say that boxing is an unnatural act, that everything in boxing is backwards: sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back... But step back too far and you ain't fighting at all.
Dr. Will Gruber: We will die, you will live. Will you come to my funeral, John. Sandy: You've gone too far, John didn't ask to be what he is. Dr. Will Gruber: And we did not ask to hear about it...
Effie Perine: Look at me, Sam. You worry me. You always think you know what you're doing, but you're too slick for your own good. Some day you're going to find it out.
Suzy: We might have to swim for it. Sam: How deep is it? I didn't bring my life jacket. Suzy: I don't know but if it's too shallow, we'll break our necks anyway.
Kris Kringle: You know what the imagination is? Susan Walker: Oh, sure. That's when you see things, but they're not really there. Kris Kringle: Well, that can be caused by other things, too.
Tatsuo Kusakabe: Trees and people used to be good friends. I saw that tree and decided to buy the house. Hope Mom likes it too. Okay, let's pay our respects then get home for lunch.
Kate Grant: Keith White. He wanted in my pants, too. But he was so boring. [Kate lifts her dress and flashes a tombstone] Kate Grant: See what you could have, Keith, if you hadn't talked about wheat all the time.
Eve Kendall: [Hanging by their fingers from Mount Rushmore] What happened with your first two marriages? Roger Thornhill: My wives divorced me. Eve Kendall: Why? Roger Thornhill: They said I led too dull a life.
Leonard: You're not taking her on the plane with you? Phillip Vandamm: Of course I am. Like our friends, I too believe in neatness, Leonard. This matter is best disposed of from a great height, over water.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Barbara Covett: Here come the local pubescent proles. The future plumbers, shop assistants, and doubtless the odd terrorist too. In the old days, we confiscated cigarettes and wank mags. Now it's knives and crack cocaine. And they call it progress.
Clark: [after being in the desert for too long, Clark begins to go insane] Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Dead. I'm dead. Taxi! Here boy! The heat. Darn. I'm dead. I'm finished. Hot! Hot!
Dae-su Oh: The TV is both a clock and a calendar. It's your school, your home, your church, your friend... [Dae-su masturbates to a pop star onscreen] Dae-su Oh: ... and your lover. But... my lover's song is too short.
Conrad "Con" Jarrett: [about Karen's suicide] I feel bad about this! I feel really, really bad about this! Just let me feel bad about this! Dr. Berger: Okay. I feel bad about it, too.
Joey Pinero: See this lot here? This lot used to be houses. In fact, there was a house over there on the corner where I kissed my first girl friend. Got her pregnant, too. Marty: Hell of a kiss, Joey.
