[Esteban, an 80-year-old pimp, appraises The Bride] Esteban Vihaio: If I had met you 40 years ago, you would have been my Number One lady. The Bride: Well, I'm flattered. Esteban Vihaio: You goddamn better well be.
Lionel Logue: What was your earliest memory? King George VI: What on Earth do you mean? Lionel Logue: Your first recollection. King George VI: I'm not... m... here to discuss... personal matters. Lionel Logue: Well, why are you here, then? King Georg...
Didymus: [finally entering the castle] Well, come on then! Sarah: No! I have to face him alone. Didymus: But why? Sarah: Because that's the way it's done! Didymus: Well, if that is the way it is done, then that is the way you must do it. But, should ...
Jacy Farrow: Well you married Daddy when he was poor and he got rich, didn't he? Lois Farrow: Scared your daddy into getting rich, beautiful. Jacy Farrow: Well if Daddy could do it, Duane could too. Lois Farrow: Not married to you. You're not scary e...
Roger Murtaugh: Hey, Riggs. Martin Riggs: Yo! Roger Murtaugh: Riggs, if you think I'm gonna eat the world's lousiest Christmas turkey by myself, you're crazy. Martin Riggs: Well, I got news for you, Rog: I'm not crazy. Roger Murtaugh: I know. Martin ...
Sam Spade: Here. [hands him Wilmer's guns] Sam Spade: You shouldn't let him go around with these on him, he might get himself hurt. Kasper Gutman: Well, well, what's this? Sam Spade: A crippled newsie took 'em away from him. I made him give 'em back.
Tracy: Let's fool around, it'll take your mind off it. Isaac Davis: Hey, how many times a night can you, how, how often can you make love in an evening? Tracy: Well, a lot. Isaac Davis: Yeah! I can tell, a lot. That's, well, a lot is my favorite numb...
Ransom Stoddard: [looking into Doniphon's coffin, angrily] Where are his boots? Undertaker: Well, I thought... well, they was an awful nice pair of boots, almost brand new, and I thought... Ransom Stoddard: Put his boots on, Clute. And his gun belt, ...
Ulysses Everett McGill: What'd the devil give you for your soul, Tommy? Tommy Johnson: Well, he taught me to play this here guitar real good. Delmar O'Donnell: Oh son, for that you sold your everlasting soul? Tommy Johnson: Well, I wasn't usin' it.
Prison Counsellor: Most men your age Hi, are getting married and raising up a family. H.I.: Well factually, the... Prison Counsellor: They wouldn't accept prison as a substitute. Would any of you men care to comment. Gale: Well, sometimes your career...
General Hummel: The men of marine force recon are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout the world. When they don't come home, their families are told fairy tales about what happened to them... and denied compensation. Well, I have choke...
Jeff: I just can't figure it. He went out several times last night in the rain carrying his sample case. Stella: Well, he's a salesman, isn't he? Jeff: Well, what would he be selling at three o'clock in the morning? Stella: Flashlights. Luminous dial...
Buck: Well all I gotta say is, that he better stay away from that there Luke Plummer. By gosh, Luke's run all'a Ringo's friends outta Lordsburg. Why the last trip there I seen him hit a rancher on the head with the barrel of his gun and, well he just...
Stan: Hey you guys I found the clitoris. I think I can get Wendy to like me again. Cartman: Yeah I guess all's well that end's well. We can go home now. You dipshit!
Brian: Stephen, your 'motor-mouth' disease, does it affect, um... Stephen Hawking: What? Brian: [Gesturing towards his crotch] Uh, everything? Stephen Hawking: What? No. Different system. Automatic. Brian: Are you serious? Well that's pretty wonderfu...
Rooster Cogburn: Give me your cup. Mattie Ross: I don't drink coffee, thank you. Rooster Cogburn: Well, now, what do you drink? Mattie Ross: I'm partial to cold buttermilk. Rooster Cogburn: Well, we ain't got none of that. We ain't got no lemonade ne...
Truman Burbank: Lauren, right? It's on your book. Lauren: Lauren. Right. Right. Truman Burbank: Well, I'm Truman. Lauren: Yeah. I know. Look, Truman, I'm not allowed to talk to you. You know. Truman Burbank: Yeah, well, I can understand, I'm a pretty...
Terence Fletcher: So, imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." So Charlie thinks to himself, "Well, shit, I did do a pretty good job." End of story. No Bird. That to me is an absolute tragedy. But th...
Nick: Who did the painting? George: Some Greek with a mustache Martha attacked one night. Nick: It's got a... George: Quiet intensity? Nick: Well, no, a... George: Well then, a certain noisy relaxed quality maybe? Nick: No, what I meant was... George...
Pvt. John Williams: Hooky, come on old boy, do something! Pte. Henry Hook: I'm excused duty. Pvt. John Williams: Well, I haven't excused you, have I? Pte. Henry Hook: Oh, YOU want some help? Well, why didn't you say so? [grabs a rifle and starts defe...
Once I realised that my job as a model was to emote in front of the camera, I thought, 'Well now, I just have to add words, and I can do films.' But also, my success as a model made me more confident about becoming an actress because, just in case I ...
