Bill Foster: [after a violent encounter with two LA gang toughs - Foster, livid, uncorks!] I'm goin' home! Clear a path you motherfucker!... Clear a path! I'm goin' home!
Sergeant Prendergast: What did this guy look like? Angie: I don't know, he looked like you except he was taller and he had hair. Det. Jones: [sarcastically] Good description, Angie.
Sheriff Rawlins: Okay boys, gather around here and listen up. We're shuttin' it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That's funny. "Wyatt Earp."
Galloway: Lieutenant, this letter makes it look like your client had a motive to kill Santiago. Kaffee: Gotcha, and Santiago is, who? Galloway: The victim. Kaffee: Write that down.
Kristoff: [to Anna, who put her feet on his sled] Whoa, whoa, whoa, put your feet down. This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn? [Spits on sled to clean it]
Raoul Duke: Eat some reds and try to calm down. Smoke some grass, shoot some fucking smack! Shit man, do whatever you gotta do.
Billy Batts: Give us a drink. And give some to those Irish hoodlums down there. Jimmy Conway: There's only one Irishman in here. Billy Batts: On the house. Salud. Jimmy Conway: Top of the mornin'.
Tuddy Cicero: [as Paulie is being arrested] Why don't you boys go down to Wall Street and find some real crooks? Whoever sold you those suits had a wonderful sense of humor.
Rocket Raccoon: I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt! [zaps Quill, who falls down yelling] Rocket Raccoon: Yeah, writhe, little man.
Sean: You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world where you're afraid to take the first step because all you see is every negative thing 10 miles down the road.
[Scene of a beach at sunset] Vincent: [narrating] I was conceived in the Riviera. [Camera pans down to reveal Vincent's parents beginning to make love in the back of a Buick Riviera parked by the beach] Vincent: Not the French Riviera, the Detroit va...
Tequila: [Tequila's pants leg is on fire and a baby he's holding urinates down Tequila's leg, causing the fire to go out] You saved the day there, you little pisspot. Thanks a lot.
Hiccup: [sarcastically, as the dragons drop their kill into the glowing chasm of their nest] Oh, it's satisfying to know that all of our food has been dumped down a hole.
[Doris knocks down a female shop assistant with a yellow "Slippery floor" sign] DS Andy Wainwright: Nice one, Doris. PC Doris Thatcher: Nothing like a bit of girl on girl!
[Tom is seated at the command centre, waving a pointed finger at CCTV photos of a street entertainer] Tom Weaver: If we don't come down hard on these clowns, we are going to be up to our *balls* in jugglers!
Gillespie: Whatcha hit him with? Tibbs: Hit whom? Gillespie: "Whom"? "Whom"? Well, you a northern boy? What's a northern boy like you doing all the way down here?
Jeffrey Pelt: I'll give you three days to prove your theory correct. After that... we'll have to hunt down Ramius and destroy him. Will you do it?
Helen Jordan: Y'know, people are always putting New Jersey down. None of my friends can believe I live here. But that's because they don't get it: I'm living in a state of irony.
Nameless: Your Majesty, my task is completed now. My decision will cause the deaths of many and Your Majesty will live on. A dead man begs you to remember; a warrior's ultimate act is to lay down his sword.
[Hagrid has just very aggressively knocked down the door where the Dursleys are staying] Hagrid: [Calmly] Sorry about that [Picks door up and slams it back in place]
Mola Ram: The British in India will be slaughtered. Then we will overrun the Moslems and force their "Allah" to bow to Kali. And then the Hebrew God will fall and finally the Christian God will be cast down and forgotten.
