There are three types of pitchers you have to deal with. Some, you just have to tell what town they're in, remind them where they are. Some, you remind them about mechanics, and some, you have to bust their tail. You have to make them your friend and...
Vincent: You got ten minutes. 10:01? I drive the cab to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town, and don't pretend indifference. Max: I can't do this.
John Milton: A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body.
Narrator: And then it was as if Dogville just waited. Even the wind dropped, leaving the town in an unfamiliar calm. As if somebody had put a large cheese dish cover over it, and created the kind of quietness that descends while you're awaiting visit...
Kathy O'Hara: Eddie's the only fella in town who doesn't pass judgment on people. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: That's right. If I did, I wouldn't have any friends.
Col. Montgomery: That wouldn't have been necessary if that sesesh woman hadn't started it. They never learn. You see sesesh has to be cleared away by the hand of God like the Jews of old. Now I will have to burn this town.
Thorin Oakenshield: [sees the homeless people of Lake-town] Those who have lived through dragon fire should rejoice. They have much to be grateful for.
Will: [Sees a teenage boy loafing near a storefront] Johnny, why aren't you in church? Johnny - Town Boy: Why aren't you? [Will raises his hand as if to slap the boy for being disrespectful]
Mr. Potter: He [Peter Bailey] Mr. Potter: was a man of high ideals, so called. Ideals without common sense can ruin this town.
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: She came from southwest Missoura, the hills outside the scratchy-ass Ozark town of Theodosia, set in the cedars and oak trees, somewhere between nowhere and goodbye.
Leo O'Bannion: I figure I can still trade body-blows with any man in this town. [Tom looks at him] Leo O'Bannion: Except you Tom. Tom Reagan: And Verna.
Larry Lipton: Meanwhile, I can't get that Flying Dutchman theme out of my head. Remind me tomorrow to buy up all the Wagner records in town and rent a chainsaw.
Vin: It took me a long, long time to learn my elbow from a hot rock. Right now, I belong back in that border town sleeping on white sheets.
Henry: Well I'll be damned. I never knew you had to be anything but a corpse to get into Boot Hill. How long's this been going? Chamlee: Since the town got civilized.
Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweet water. Jill: [with tears] I hope you'll come back someday. Harmonica: Someday!
Grandma Sarah: This can't be Santa Rio! My son, Tom Turner, said it was a thriving town! Kelly: It was; but when the silver run out, the thrivin' run out with it.
[OCP executive Bob Morton is interviewed on Mediabreak] Robert 'Bob' Morton: At Security Concepts, we're projecting the end of crime in Old Detroit within forty days. There's a new guy in town. His name is RoboCop.
Becky: Sure, there's money. Sure, you can move my mom into Old Town, and let her know that her daughter's a goddamn whore. Schutz: [sarcastically] Breaks your heart, doesn't it?
Mrs Jennings: Ah, now, do not fret, my dear. I have been told that this good weather is keeping many of our sportsmen in the country at present, but the frost will soon drive them to town. Depend on it.
Vargas: This isn't the real Mexico. You know that. All border towns bring out the worst in a country. I can just imagine your mother's face if she could see our honeymoon hotel.
Ian Faith: The Boston gig has been cancelled... David St. Hubbins: What? Ian Faith: Yeah. I wouldn't worry about it though, it's not a big college town.
