Lamont: Call the Times, nail it to the goddamn door. CIA are the good guys. Rossi: The Canadians are the good guys. Lamont: Yeah, we're not greedy. Them, too. Rossi: Only. Canada takes the credit, or they retaliate against the hostages. Great Satan w...
Tony Mendez: [quizzing the houseguests about their cover identities] You. Where was your passport issued? Bob Anders: Vancouver. Tony Mendez: Where were you born? Bob Anders: Toronto. Tony Mendez: [correcting him] "Torono". Canadians don't pronounce ...
Alice: [as a giant] And as for you... Your Majesty! Your Majesty indeed! Why, you're not a queen, [shrinking] Alice: But just a - a fat, pompous, bad tempered old ty...! [normal size] Alice: Tyrant. Queen of Hearts: [giggles] And uh, just what were y...
[Bruce awakens from a nightmare] Thomas Wayne: The bats again? [Bruce nods] Thomas Wayne: You know why they attacked you, don't you? They were afraid of you. Bruce Wayne - age 8: Afraid of me? Thomas Wayne: All creatures feel fear. Bruce Wayne - age ...
[last lines] Brandon: [voiceover] Dear Lana, By the time you read this, I'll be back home in Lincoln. I'm scared of what's ahead, but when I think of you I know I'll be able to go on. You were right. Memphis isn't far at all. I'll be making a trip ou...
Marty McFly: That's right, Doc. November 12, 1955. Doc: Unbelievable, that old Biff could have chosen that particular date. It could mean that that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if it were the temporal ...
[Butch is robbing Woodcock's train for the second time] Butch Cassidy: You can't want to get blown up again. Woodcock: Butch, you know that if it were my money, there is nobody that I would rather have steal it than you. But, you see, I am still in t...
Walter Sobchak: OVER THE LINE! Smokey: Huh? Walter Sobchak: I'm sorry, Smokey. You were over the line, that's a foul. Smokey: Bullshit. Mark it 8, Dude. Walter Sobchak: Uh, excuse me. Mark it zero. Next frame. Smokey: Bullshit, Walter. Mark it 8, Dud...
Walter Chalmers: Lieutenant, don't try to evade the responsibility. In your... parlance, you blew it. You knew the significance of his testimony, yet you failed to take adequate measures to protect him. So to you, it was a job, no more. Were it more,...
Ken: Your girlfriend's very pretty. Jimmy: She's ain't my girlfriend. She's a prostitute I just picked up. Ken: I was not aware that there were any prostitutes in Bruges. Jimmy: You just have to look in the right places... brothels are good. Ken: Wel...
Hirono: It looks as if someone was there all night. I found a tampon in the toilet. Megumi wasn't on hers... Mitsuko, you started yesterday, right? Mitsuko: [nervous pause] That doesn't prove anythi... Hirono: [screaming] Cut the crap, murderer! Fuck...
Kara: Now, last time I checked, you were giving ultimatums. Brendan Frye: It worked. You went to Laura, didn't you? Told her my tale. Kara: Part of the plan? Brendan Frye: Turned out to be. Kara: I feel so cheap and used. Brendan Frye: God, I must se...
Vivian: So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors. My, you're a mess, aren't you? Philip Marlowe: I'm not very tall either. Next time I'll come on s...
Paul Smecker: They exited out the front door. They had no idea what they were in for. Now they're staring at six men with guns drawn. It was a fucking ambush. [they exit the house to find Il Duce, one man with six guns] Paul Smecker: This was a fucki...
Meurice: Marty. Thought you were dead. You goin' home? Marty: No. I'm staying right here in hell. Meurice: Kind of a bleak point of view there, isn't it, Marty? Marty: Meurice... I don't want the asshole near my money. And I don't want him in the bar...
Something like panic struck at Hurlow. Moffat's calm confession of fear withdrew the prop upon which he had leaned. Down there, among the motionless shadows, lurked invisible things, things that were nameless, shapeless and malignant; things which co...
I went to my dresser, turned the lamp off, and crawled into bed. I was taking a chance but I couldn't help slipping in behind Tweet and draping my arm around her waist. She placed her hand on top of mine and squeezed it slightly. I buried my nose in ...
And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were ...
Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into a dream, a little conduit opens, a passageway between a reader's heart and a writer's, a connection that transcends the barriers of co...
When I push the button on my laptop, it should start up. If it doesn’t, it can’t blame its nonexistent emotions. It should respond immediately and appropriately because that’s what it has been created to do. In evaluating my parenting, I realiz...
Every time you praise something, every time you appreciate something, every time you feel good about something, you are telling the Universe, "More of this, Please." You need never again make another verbal statement of this intent, and if you were a...
