Nala: What made you come back? Adult Simba: I finally got some sense knocked into me. And I've got the bump to prove it.
Treebeard: [reacting to Pippin's plan] That doesn't make sense to me. But, then again, you are very small.
Minister Dormandy: No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it profound ugliness as it passes by.
Cole Sear: Instead of something I want, can it be something I don't want? Malcolm Crowe: Okay... Cole Sear: I don't wanna be scared anymore.
Lynn Sear: [when Cole comes to Lynn to ask to sleep in her bed] Look at my face; I'm not very mad.
Malcolm Crowe: [to Anna] I would like some wine in a glass, I would not like it in a mug, I would not like it in a jug.
Vincent Gray: Do you know why you're afraid when you're alone? I do. I do.
Cole Sear: She came a long way to visit me, didn't she? Malcolm Crowe: I guess she did.
Edward Ferrars: Your friendship has been the most important of my life. Elinor Dashwood: You will always have it.
Charlotte Palmer: She'll be wet through when she returns. Mr. Palmer: Thank you for pointing that out, my dear.
Marianne: Good morning, Fanny. Fanny: Good morning, Miss Marianne. Marianne: How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?
John Willoughby: Are you hurt? Marianne: Only my ankle. John Willoughby: May I have your permission to ascertain if there are any breaks?
Elinor Dashwood: Mama, [deep sigh] Elinor Dashwood: there is a painful difference between the expectation of an unpleasant event and its final certainty.
Thomas: I fetched those beef fillets for you ma'am. Mrs. Dashwood: It was far less expensive in Exeter. Anyway, it's for Marianne.
Edward Ferrars: Colonel Brandon must be a man of great worth and respectability. Elinor Dashwood: Yes, he is the kindest and best of men.
Mrs Jennings: [hoping to cheer up Marianne who is grieving her loss of Willoughby] Does she care for olives?
Mrs Jennings: [to Pigeon] Don't talk to me of coals. Mrs Jennings: [to the parrot] Ah, there you are Pooter. Still alive I see.
[a large box has arrived at Barton cottage] Margaret: It's for us! Mrs. Dashwood: What is it, Thomas? Thomas: I'm not sure, ma'am, but it's right heavy.
Mrs Jennings: I don't want to hear another word about the ham bone, Pigeon. You and Cartwright must sort that out between you.
Moses: There is a beauty beyond the senses, Nefretiri, beauty like the quiet of green valleys and still waters, beauty of the spirit that you cannot understand.
Money isn't money anymore. Time doesn't feel like time anymore. Your sense of community, it's evaporated, too, or it's turned into something you visit at 2 A.M. on a website.
