Senator: Fletcher, there's an old saying, to the victors belong the spoils. Fletcher: There's another old saying Senator. Don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining.
[Levy suggested that writers could be eliminated and any old news story could provide a movie story idea] Bonnie Sherow: "Further Bond Losses Push Dow Down 7.15." I see Connery as Bond.
Ada: At night! I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is; it is mine.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: I know one thing, Major, I drew down and fired straight at it. Capped off two hundred rounds in the minigun, full pack. Nothing... Nothing on Earth could've lived. Not at that range.
Max Bialystock: [smiling at Leo to calm him down] Well you know what they say, 'smile and the world smiles with you' [looks at audience] Max Bialystock: this man should be in a straight-jacket
Nathan Arizona Sr.: Dammit, are you boys gonna chase down your leads or are you gonna sit drinkin' coffee in the one house in the state where I know my boy ain't at?
Gale: Here you are sitting on your butt playing house with a... Don't get me wrong, H.I., a fine woman but one who seems like she needs one of those button-down types.
[Sugar Ray Robinson has just battered Jake La Motta half to death, but Jake has stayed on his feet] Jake La Motta: You didn't get me down, Ray.
[Bond is chasing Silva who escaped, trying to open a door] James Bond: It won't open. Q: Of course it will, put your back into it. James Bond: Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?
[after Cosmo's car breaks down] Don Lockwood: Don't tell me, it's a flat tire. Cosmo Brown: I can't undertand it. This car hasn't given me a lick of trouble in nearly 6 hours.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: They take you down, I don't expect to grieve overmuch. Like to kill you myself, I see you again. The Operative: You won't... [small, grim smile] The Operative: There is nothing left to see.
Sherlock Holmes: [lights pipe] Dr. John Watson: What are we doing down here? Sherlock Holmes: *We* are waiting. *I* am smoking.
Rooster Cogburn: Is that him? Mattie Ross: I believe not. Rooster Cogburn: Oh, cut him down. Mattie Ross: [incredulous] Why? Rooster Cogburn: I might know him.
Mattie Ross: [Rooster and LaBoeuf gallop away from the ferry, leaving Mattie behind] Those horses can't get away from Little Blackie - they're loaded down with fat men and iron.
Tommy Ryan: That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shite. Jack: That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things. Tommy Ryan: Like we could forget.
Verbal: What the cops never figured out, and what I know now, was that these men would never break, never lie down, never bend over for anybody. Anybody.
Joan: Carry a laser down the road that I must travel! Kip: Why would it be 'carry a laser'? Joan: Because it's a song about outer space.
Tinker: Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen, we daren't go a hunting, for fear of little men. You see, nobody ever goes in... and nobody ever comes out.
Elvira Stitt: [shocked at some obscenities Jane has scrawled] I can't remember the last time I saw words like that written down!
Tom Conlon: So you found God, huh? That's awesome. See, Mom kept calling out for him but he wasn't around. I guess Jesus was down at the mill forgiving all the drunks. Who knew?
Private Henry Hook: [after being ordered to help prepare for the Zulu attack] What for? Did I ever see a Zulu walk down the City road? No! So what am I doing here?
