[Lefty is cooking dinner] Lefty: Punch of salt. Donnie Brasco: Punch? Lefty: Punch. Punch of salt. Donnie Brasco: Punch or pinch? Lefty: Punch, punch. Not pinch. What'd I say? I say pinch? Donnie Brasco: Nah, you said... you said punch. Lefty: Someti...
Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvet is? Narrator: It's a comforter... Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? ...
Dr Ray Stantz: You know, it just occurred to me that we really haven't had a successful test of this equipment. Dr. Egon Spengler: I blame myself. Dr. Peter Venkman: So do I. Dr Ray Stantz: Well, no sense in worrying about it now. Dr. Peter Venkman: ...
Harry: You were right, Hermione! It wasn't my dad I saw earlier! It was me! I saw myself conjuring the patronus before! I knew I could do it this time, because... well, because I'd already done it! Does that make sense? Hermione: No! But I DON'T LIKE...
Rob: I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. An...
Rob: It made sense to pool our collective loathing for the opposite sex, and while we were at it, you get to share a bed with somebody at the same time. We were frightened of being left alone for the rest of our lives. Only people of a certain dispos...
[Dith Pran is forced to leave the French Embassy] Morgan: For chrissakes, Sydney, why didn't you get him out then you had the chance? You had no right to keep him here! Funny sense of priorities. Dith Pran: I'm a reporter too, Morgan! I know his hear...
The Junk Lady: What's the matter, my dear, don't you like your toys? Sarah: [comes to her senses] It's all junk! The Junk Lady: [picks up a music box] Well, what about this? This is not junk, eh? Sarah: [smashes music box] Yes, it is! [Sarah's room c...
Colonel Ludlow: Indians! Indians were the issue in those days. I can assure you, gentlemen, there is nothing quite so grotesque as the meeting of a child with a bullet; or an entire village slaughtered while sleeping. That was the Government's resolu...
Hawkeye: My father warned me about you... Cora Munro: [interupting] Your Father? Hawkeye: Chingachgook, he warned me about people like you. Cora Munro: Oh, did he? Hawkeye: He said "Do not try to understand them". Cora Munro: What? Hawkeye: Yes, and,...
Idi Amin: Before I forget, I need to ask you a favor. Nicholas Garrigan: Anything. Idi Amin: I will be in Libya next week, and I need you to attend a meeting in my place. Nicholas Garrigan: What kind of meeting? Idi Amin: A simple matter of taste and...
Michael: I want it to feed the birds. Mr. Dawes Sr.: Fiddlesticks, boy! Feed the birds and what have you got? Fat birds! But... [sings] Mr. Dawes Sr.: If you invest your tuppence wisely in the bank, safe and sound, soon that tuppence, safely invested...
Sean Devine: [on the phone with Lauren] Okay. "Hey Sean, how was your day?" Oh me? I'm tired of wishing things made sense. I'm tired of caring about some dead girl, and there's just gonna be another one after her. Sending killers to jail is just send...
Sally: [sings] I sense there's something in the wind / That feels like tragedy's at hand. / And though I'd like to stand by him, / Can't shake this feeling that we have. / The worst is just around the bend. / And does he notice / My feelings for him?...
Donna Remar: You have to leave. I have this odd sense of intimacy towards you. I don't even know why. I told my shrink about it, and she said I should act on it. Alan Johnson: Oh, she did? Well, you need to get a new shrink. Get several. And get a ne...
Priest: If men don't trust each other, this earth might as well be hell. Commoner: Right. The world's a kind of hell. Priest: No! I don't want to believe that! Commoner: No one will hear you, no matter how loud you shout. Just think. Which one of the...
[frame freezes as Remy bursts through a window carrying a book over his head] Remy: [voiceover] This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat. Which means, life is hard. Seco...
Wendy: [Marv has just easily shrugged off the ropes] You sat there and took it... when you could've taken my gun away from me any time you wanted to... Marv: Sure, but I thought I might be able to talk some sense into you. And I probably would've had...
Bob: You know, I could swear he was looking at you when he said 'The next Bill Gates could be right in this room'. Mark Zuckerberg: I... I doubt it. Bob: I showed up late, I don't even know who the speaker was. Mark Zuckerberg: It was Bill Gates. Bob...
[first lines] Anna Crowe: It's getting cold. Malcolm Crowe: That is one fine frame; one fine frame that is. How much... [he sits down with a grunt] Malcolm Crowe: ...does a fine frame like that cost, do you think? Anna Crowe: I never told you, but yo...
Colonel Brandon: Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne - I come to issue an invitation. A picnic on my estate at Delaford if you would care to join us on Thursday next. Mrs. Jennings daughter and her husband are traveling up especially. Elinor Dashwood: We sh...
