[Grandfather, who has laid himself down to die, wakes up] Old Lodge Skins: Am I still in this world? Jack Crabb: Yes, Grandfather. Old Lodge Skins: [groans] I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works. Sometimes, it doesn't.
General Custer: You came up here to kill me, didn't you? And you lost your nerve. Well, I was correct. In a sense, you are a renegade, but you are no Cheyenne Brave. Do I hang you? I think not. Get out of here.
Linton Barwick: It's early days, my friends. All roads lead to Munich. [leaves] Malcolm Tucker: 'All roads lead to Munich... ' What the fuck does that mean? Simon Foster: Well, I think it means, uh... actually, no, no, I don't know what it means.
Bilbo: [answering the knocking on his door] No, thank you. We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations. Gandalf: [from outside] And what about very old friends?
Treebeard: We have just agreed... [Merry and Pippin lean in] Merry: Yes? Treebeard: I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not Orcs. Pippin: Well, that's good news.
Sam: We're innocent travelers. Faramir: There are no travelers in this land... only servants of the Dark Lord. Frodo: We are bound to an errand of secrecy. Those who claim to oppose the enemy would do well not to hinder us.
Sera: So why are you a drunk? Ben Sanderson: Why am I a drunk? Is that really what you wanna ask me? Sera: Yes. Ben Sanderson: Well, then, this is our first date, or our last. Until now I wasn't sure it was either.
[Picking up a young prostitute] Young prostitute: What have you got in mind? Martin Riggs: Well, I want you to come home and watch television with me. Young prostitute: You serious? Martin Riggs: Yeah. "The 3 Stooges" are on in 20 minutes.
Martin Riggs: You don't trust me at all, do you? Roger Murtaugh: Well, I'll tell you what. You make it through tomorrow without killing anybody, especially me, or yourself, then I'll start trusting you. Martin Riggs: Fair enough.
Ratso Rizzo: You know, in my own place, my name ain't Ratso. I mean, it just so happens that in my own place my name is Enrico Salvatore Rizzo. Joe Buck: Well, I can't say all that. Ratso Rizzo: Rico, then.
Tom Reagan: You're a fickle boy, Mink. The Dane finds out you got another "amigo," well, I don't peg him as the understandin' type. Mink: Find out? We ain't event been talkin'! Jesus, Tom! Dammit! Jesus!
Andy: Hello, Tom. How are ya? Care to scrape a knuckle on your playmate here? Tom Reagan: No. Thanks though, Andy. Andy: Well, if you change your mind, we'll be [returns to pummeling thug tied to chair] Andy: interrogating for a while.
Verna: I guess we both double-crossed Leo. He's well rid of us both. The two of us Tom, we're about bad enough to deserve each other. Tom Reagan: Are we? Verna: We're a couple of heels, Tom. Yes we are.
Ebenezer Scrooge: This is Bob Crachit's house? Ghost of Christmas Present: How do you know that? Ebenezer Scrooge: You just told me. Ghost of Christmas Present: Well, I'm *usually* trustworthy.
Jimmy: The second way out, I need you guy's help, and that's under. Billy Hayes: You mean tunnel? Are you serious? Max: This is Shagmahr prison, not Stalag 17. Jimmy: Well that's where you're wrong fuckface, 'cause it's already built!
Sir Bedevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Bedevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!
God: What are you doing now? King Arthur: Averting our eyes, oh Lord. God: Well, don't. It's just like those miserable psalms, they're so depressing. Now knock it off!
Grim Reaper: Shut up, you American. You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say "let me tell you something" and "I just wanna say." Well, you're dead now, so shut up.
Mulan: Just because I look like a man doesn't mean I have to smell like one. Mushu: So a couple of guys don't rinse out their socks. Picky, picky, picky. Well, myself, I kinda like that corn chip smell.
Detective Park Doo-Man: Did you see his face? [Girl Nods] Detective Park Doo-Man: What did he look like? Schoolgirl: Well... kind of plain. Detective Park Doo-Man: In what way? Schoolgirl: Just... ordinary
[the salesman tries to sell a diamond to Szell] Jewelry Salesman: Tell you what, I know an independent appraiser upstairs, and if he doesn't swear that I'm practically giving this thing away... well, I guess I'll have to find myself a new brother-in-...
