Nick: Give me your other hand. Bill Foster: I can't. Nick: Why not? Bill Foster: Gravity. Nick: Gravity? What the fuck does that mean? Bill Foster: I'll fall down. [Nick kick's Bill's knee, making him fall down]
Captain Yardley: [Captain Yardley, to Prendergast, on the precinct and policing and why good cops quit] Lot of good cops want to drop the whole kit and kaboodle. And who wouldn't? The pay stinks and your up to your ears in human scum sixteen hours a ...
Ash: What's that white stuff around his mouth? Kylie: I think he eats soap. Mr. Fox: That's not soap. Kylie: Wha- why does he have that... Mr. Fox: He's rabid. With rabies.
Ruth: I can understand having a funeral for an arm, I just don't know WHY she insists on calling him Stump. Sipsey: Miss Idgie says everybody else will be calling him that, we might as well be the first.
[the German camp commandant explains why so many incorrigible Allied prisoners were placed in the place Stalag] Von Luger: We have in effect put all our rotten eggs in one basket. And we intend to watch this basket carefully.
Irene Walsh: Now, Rosalita, this is the attic. Mr. Walsh doesn't like anybody up here, ever. I guess that's why it's always open. Mouth: [in Spanish] Translation - never go up there. It's filled with Mr. Walsh's *sexual torture devices*.
Mr. McCleery: [asks Benjamin why he is in Berkeley] I just like to know what my boys are up to. Mr. McCleery: You aren't one of those agitators, are you? Benjamin: What? Mr. McCleery: I hate 'em. I won't stand for it.
Angel Eyes: Why are you going under the name Bill Carson now? Tuco: One name is as good as another. Not wise to use your own name. Like you! I'll bet they don't call you Angel Eyes! Sergeant Angel Eyes!
Gerald O'Hara: Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, that Tara, that land doesn't mean anything to you? Why, land is the only thing in the world worth workin' for, worth fightin' for, worth dyin' for, because it's the only thing that lasts.
Mammy: She says she's comin'. I don't know why she's comin', but she's a-comin'. Rhett Butler: You don't like me, Mammy. Mammy: Hmph! Rhett Butler: Now don't you argue with me. You don't. You really don't. [laughs]
Vernon Dursley: Come on Dudley, hurry up! Dudley Dursley: I still don't understand why we have to leave. Vernon Dursley: Because, it's not safe for us here anymore.
Harry Potter: Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head? Professor Albus Dumbledore: Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...
Kate McCallister: [while on the phone, Kevin jumps onto the bed] No, we're not bringing the dog. We took him to the kennel... Hey, hey! Get off. Kevin, out of the room! Kevin McCallister: Hang up the phone and make me, why don't you?
Tequila: I can't afford any of these apartments! Cop: Why not live in a government apartment? Tequila: No way, I make too much for that! Wait... jazz bar! I'll live in the jazz bar! Cop: At least you'll get a lot of "sax".
Old Sophie: Howl, why is the Witch of the Wastes trying to hunt you down? Howl: She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realized she wasn't, so then, as usual, I ran away.
Walter Burns: You've got an old fashioned idea divorce is something that lasts forever, 'til death do us part.' Why divorce doesn't mean anything nowadays, Hildy, just a few words mumbled over you by a judge.
Walter Burns: Let's see this paragon! Is he as good as you say? Hildy Johnson: Why, he's better! Walter Burns: Well then, what does he want with you? Hildy Johnson: Ah-ha-ha, now you got me!
[Sergeant Angel has told Danny Butterman that Official Vocabulary no longer refers to car crashes as accidents: They are now called collisions] Danny Butterman: Hey, why can't we say "accident," again? Nicholas Angel: Because "accident" implies there...
Harry: I didn't put my name in that cup! I don't want eternal glory, I just wanna be... look, I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why. It just did.
Maude: [gesturing to a sick tree growing through a sidewalk] Harold, we have *got* to do something about this life. Harold: What? Maude: We'll transplant it. To the forest. Harold: You can't do that. Maude: Why not? Harold: This is public property. M...
