Tex Panthollow: Oh, poor old Herman. It seems like him and good luck always was strangers. Well, maybe now he'll meet up with his other hand some place.
[Moving through the crowd, all excited about the record breaking egg eating about to take place] Dragline: Alright, stand back you pedestrians, this ain't no automobile accident.
John Robie: [In reference to a beautiful villa they are visiting] Why don't you own a place like this? Frances Stevens: Palaces are for royalty. We're just common people with a bank account.
[Fran and Stephen are observing from the roof of the mall] Francine Parker: What are they doing? Why do they come here? Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
Dignam: This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin' cameras in this place? Police Camera Tech: Who the fuck are you? Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
Ash: [to his freshly sawn-off possessed hand] Here's your new home. [Ash places a bucket and a bunch of books on it to trap the hand, the top book reads "A Farewell to Arms"]
Sussex: Princess Elizabeth. You are accused of conspiring with Sir Thomas Wyatt and others against Her Sovereign Majesty, and are arrested for treason. I have been commanded to take you hence from this place... to the Tower.
Azim: [referring to the bathhouse] Semyon recommends this place for business meetings, because you can see what tattoos a man has. Come on, we have a lot to cover. Let's cook.
Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic.
Lt. Lockhart: [reading] ... we have a new directive from M.A.F. on this. In the future, in place of "search and destroy," substitute the phrase "sweep and clear." Got it? Private Joker: Got it. Very catchy.
Jack Lucas: [on himself, and Parry] "Radio Personality Turns Screwball On Mission From God." I just hope that when they put me away, they find me a place right next to his.
Raoul Duke: Order us some golf shoes, otherwise we'll never get out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck. No footing at all.
Raoul Duke: Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
Parking Attendant: You can't park your car here. Raoul Duke: Why not? Is this not a reasonable place to park? Parking Attendant: Reasonable? You're on a sidewalk! This is the sidewalk!
Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered? Ralph: That about sums it up for me.
[first title card] Title Card: This is a true story. Although the characters are composites of real men, and time and place have been compressed, every detail of the escape is the way it really happened.
Chunk: Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you want to go to the bathroom in. Mama Fratelli: Why not? Chunk: Because they might have daddy longlegs and um... dead things, Mikey. DEAD THINGS!
Vincent: It's funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.
Balin: I have to agree with Mr. Baggins, he is hardly burglar material. Dwalin: Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.
[Hagrid has just very aggressively knocked down the door where the Dursleys are staying] Hagrid: [Calmly] Sorry about that [Picks door up and slams it back in place]
Nick the Greek: Just get me a sample. Tom: No can do. Nick the Greek: What's that? Some place near Katmandu? Meet me halfway, mate.
