Alice: Well, it all started when I was sitting on the river bank with Dinah. March Hare: Very interesting - Who's Dinah? [Pants lasciviously] Alice: Oh, Dinah's my cat. You see... Dormouse: Cat? CAT!
Cogsworth: [singing] Well, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before. Chip: What? Mrs. Potts: [singing] There may be something there that wasn't there before. Chip: *What's* there, Mama? Mrs. Potts: Shh. I'll tell you when you're older...
David Huxley: Now it isn't that I don't like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I'm strangely drawn toward you, but - well, there haven't been any quiet moments.
Susan Vance: Now please listen to me - you certainly can't think that I did that intentionally! David Huxley: Well, if I *could* think, I'd have run when I saw you!
Alice Swallow: [to David] Well, there's nothing else I can say except that I'm glad that before I married you , you showed yourself in your true colors: You're just a butterfly.
Rachel Stein aka Ellis de Vries: It is their intention, that for the queen and my fatherland, I have hook up with a powerful SD'er... Sleep with him... Notary Smaal: Well you're on your own then. I can't help you with that.
Sid Loomis: He's working on a vehicle for Helen for next season. She plays Jesus' mother. It's a whole Oedipul thing. He loves her... wants to do in the father... well you can see the complications.
[last lines] [theatrical version] Evan: I'm just running a little late. Yeah, I had to finish up with the patients. Well, get the soup or something. All right. Love you, mom. Bye-bye.
NCB Official: Can you tell us why you first became interested in ballet? Billy: Don't know. [pauses] Billy: Just was. NCB Official: Well was there any particular aspect of the ballet which caught your imagination? Billy: The dancin'.
Marvin Berry: [on the phone, as Marty plays "Johnny B. Goode"] Chuck! Chuck, it's Marvin. Your cousin, Marvin Berry. You know that new sound you're looking for? Well, listen to this! [holds the receiver out]
W.P. Mayhew: I close my eyes I can almost smell the live oak. Audrey Taylor: That's chicken fat Bill. W.P. Mayhew: Well my olfactory's turning womanish on me, lying and deceitful.
W.P. Mayhew: If I close my eyes I can almost smell a live oak. Audrey Taylor: That's chicken fat, hun. W.P. Mayhew: Well, my olfactory's gone all womanish on me. Lyin' and deceitful.
Wounded Paratrooper: Morphine! Taffy, I must have morphine! 'Taffy' Brace: Morphine's only for the people who are really hurt. Wounded Paratrooper: I thought I *was* really hurt. 'Taffy' Brace: Well, you're wrong.
Nicolette: He killed our man. Conklin: What, in the apartment? Nicolette: Yeah. Conklin: Well, you got to clean that up. Nicolette: No, I can't clean it up; there's a body in the streets. Conklin: So? Nicolette: There's police. This is Paris.
Brandt: [the Dude is leaving after his first meeting with Lebowski] Well, enjoy. And perhaps we'll see you again some time, Dude. The Dude: Yeah, sure, if I'm... in the neighborhood and I, uh... gotta use the john.
Barry's Mother: [to Barry] I shall not rest until I see you as Lord Lyndon. You have important friends. They can tell you how these things are done. For money, well-timed and properly applied can accomplish anything.
Charles: So what's your story? You the poor kid that never got to go to Exeter or Andover? Nash: Despite my privileged upbringing, I'm actually quite well-balanced. I have a chip on both shoulders.
Lotte Schwartz: We love her, Craig. Craig Schwartz: We? Lotte Schwartz: John and me. Craig Schwartz: Don't forget about me! Lotte Schwartz: Well you have a Maxine action figure to play with!
Alma Del Mar Jr. - Age 19: [Surveying her father's meager living conditions] Daddy, you need more furniture. Ennis Del Mar: Yeah, well... if you got nothin', you don't need nothin'.
Argyle Wallace: Did the priest give a poetic benediction? "The Lord bless thee and keep thee...? Young William: It was in Latin. Argyle Wallace: You don't speak Latin? Well that's something we shall have to remedy, isn't it?
Stephen: Fine speech. Now what do we do? William Wallace: Just be yourselves. Hamish: Where are you going? William Wallace: I'm going to pick a fight. Hamish: Well, we didn't get dressed up for nothing.
