Freddy Newandyke: What is this? Holdaway: That's an amusing anecdote about a drug deal. Freddy Newandyke: What? Holdaway: Something funny that happened to you while you were doing a fucking job, man.
[a jukebox begins playing Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now" while the zombie pub owner attacks the group] Shaun: Who the hell put this on? Ed: It's on random. Liz: For fuck's sake!
Rosco: [after seeing the film screw-up] The sound, its out of synchronization! R.F. Simpson: [irritated] Well tell them to fix it! Rosco: [while getting up] Yes sir, fix it!
Saddam Hussein: [torturing Kenny] Yeah Yeah, men, this is getting me so hot. Rub my nipples while I torture this little piggy
Stephen Hawking: There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. We are all different. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there's life, there is hope.
Pete Perkins: You need to investigate them border patrols that use a 223. Belmont: You want me to investigate the Kennedy assassination while I'm at it?
Soccer Announcer: [Diane and Renton has just had sex while Tommy and Lizzie have put on a soccer tape, instead of a homemade sex tape] He makes it across and he SCORES! What a penetrating goal that was!
Truman: [after scaring the two control room directors by seemingly talking to them, then easing them by seeming to revert back to his eccentricity, while they look at their notes temporarily] That one's for free.
Man in Bathtub: [clinging onto his shower curtain while watching Truman clinging onto his boat in the storm] YOU CAN DO IT! HOLD ON!
Master at Arms: [Rose has just lied about how she "slipped" while leaning over the rail to see the propellers and that Jack saved her] Was that the way of it? Jack: Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much shit.
Young-shin: [while trying to decide what to take along as they evacuate the house upon declaration of war] There's Kimchi pots buried in the yard. What will happen to them?
[Hockney talks about Keaton's girlfriend Edie Finneran while they're held after interrogation] McManus: How about it, Keaton? You a lawyer's 'wife'? What kinda retainer are you givin' her?
[first lines] Voice in commercial: Too much garbage in your face? There's plenty of space out in space! BnL StarLiners leaving each day. We'll clean up the mess while you're away.
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