Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge. Don't push me, and I won't push you. Dong le ma?
Cole Sear: Are you a good doctor? Malcolm Crowe: Well... I used to be. I won an award once. From the Mayor. It had an expensive frame. Cole Sear: I'm gonna see you again, right? Malcolm Crowe: If that's okay with you.
Mrs. Dashwood: Surely you're not going to deny us beef as well as sugar. Elinor Dashwood: There is nothing under 10 pence a pound, Mamma. We must economise. Mrs. Dashwood: Do you want us to starve? Elinor Dashwood: No. Just not to eat beef.
Anthony Hope: [Johanna is being hauled off to the asylum] Where are you taking her? Tell me or I'll... Judge Turpin: You'll kill me, boy? Well here I stand!
Dr. Josiah Boone: Well, now that the danger is past, Mr... Samuel Peacock: ...Peacock. Dr. Josiah Boone: Ladies and gentlemen, since it's most unlikely we'll ever have the pleasure of meeting again socially, I'd like to propose a toast. Major, Gatewo...
Captain Shakespeare: I'm taking the girl to my cabin, and mark my words anyone who disturbs me for the next few hours will get the same treatment. Skinny Pirate: What? You'll... Captain Shakespeare: No, you idiot. I'll sling you over the side as well...
Woman in Theatre: [Terrence And Phillip are singing "Uncle Fucka", and two movie patrons walk out in the middle of the song] What garbage! Man in Theatre: Well, what do you expect, they're Canadian!
Ramona V. Flowers: Well, it was nice to meet you and tell your gay friends I will see them later. Stacey Pilgrim: Gay friends? [Wallace and Jimmy are making out] Stacey Pilgrim: Wallace? Again?
Gideon Gordon Graves: [talking to Scott Pilgrim] Well, if my cathedral of cutting-edge taste holds no interest for your tragically Canadian sensibilities, then I shall be forced to grant you a swift exit from the premises... and a fast entrance into ...
Stinky Pete the Prospector: Idiots! Children destroy toys. You'll be ruined, forgotten, spending eternity rotting on some landfill. Woody: Well, Stinky Pete, I think it's time you learned the true meaning of playtime.
[Pete is forcing Mike to sleep besides the body of Melquiades Estrada] Mike Norton: Hey! Hey, you! Pete Perkins: My name is Pete. Mike Norton: Well, Pete, the ants are eating your friend.
Rooster Cogburn: Boots, I got Hayes and some youngster outside with Moon and Quincy. I want you to bury 'em for me. I'm in a hurry. Capt. Boots Finch: They're dead? Rooster Cogburn: Well, I wouldn't want you to bury 'em if they wasn't.
Robert Wakefield: Well you've done a fine job, General. The Office of National Drug Control Policy is in better shape than when you found it. General Ralph Landry: I'm not sure I made the slightest difference. I tried. I really did.
[last lines] Melina: I can't believe it, it's like a dream. What's wrong? Douglas Quaid: I just had a terrible thought... what if this is a dream? Melina: Well, then, kiss me quick before you wake up!
Douglas Quaid: Well, Cohaagen, I have to hand it to you. It's the best mindfuck yet. Vilos Cohaagen: Oh, don't take my word for it. Someone you trust wants to talk to you. Douglas Quaid: Who is it this time, my mother?
Taylor's Father: [after Toby and Taylor are caught making out in a diner] You better watch him before he gets some poor innocent girl in trouble! Bree Osbourne: Yeah, well make sure she doesn't ruin some poor innocent boy's life!
Bree Osbourne: Fasten your seatbelt. Toby: I don't like wearing them. Bree Osbourne: Well I don't like the idea of seeing your internal organs splattered all over the dashboard if we get into a wreck, God forbid, so put it on.
Kid #3: My Mommy says smoking kills. Nick Naylor: Oh, is your Mommy a doctor? Kid #3: No. Nick Naylor: A scientific researcher of some kind? Kid #3: No. Nick Naylor: Well, then she's hardly a credible expert, is she?
Nigel Tufnel: You can't fucking concentrate because your fucking wife! Simple as that, alright? It's your fucking wife! David St. Hubbins: She's not my wife. Nigel Tufnel: Well whatever FUCK she is, alright? You can't concentrate!
Ian Faith: They're not gonna release the album... because they have decided that the cover is sexist. Nigel Tufnel: Well, so what? What's wrong with bein' sexy? I mean there's no... Ian Faith: Sex-IST! David St. Hubbins: IST!
[Old Rose is telling Lovett and his crew about the Titanic] Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I ...
