[Grandfather, who has laid himself down to die, wakes up] Old Lodge Skins: Am I still in this world? Jack Crabb: Yes, Grandfather. Old Lodge Skins: [groans] I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works. Sometimes, it doesn't.
Mike: [Spotting Sulley while he's working out] 118. Do you have 119? Do I see 120? Oh, I don't believe it! Sulley: I'm not even breaking a sweat. Mike: Not you! Look! The new commercial's on.
Leonard Shelby: I meet Sammy through work. Insurance. I was an investigator. I'd investigate the claims to see which ones were phony. I had to see through people's bullshit. It was useful experience, 'cause now it's my life.
[talking on the phone about Sammy Jankis' attempts to learn through repitition] Leonard Shelby: Sammy had no drive, no reason to make it work. [listens and looks at his tattoo reading "John G. raped and murdered my wife"] Leonard Shelby: Me? Yeah, I ...
Fred Gailey: Look Doris, someday you're going to find that your way of facing this realistic world just doesn't work. And when you do, don't overlook those lovely intangibles. You'll discover those are the only things that are worthwhile.
Colonel Blake: I think it's important we go over the three basic principles: organization, discipline, and team work. Spearchucker: Excuse me, but do you mind if we limber up first? Colonel Blake: Oh, th-that's a good idea. You organize that.
Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Anyway. Jeannine: Hm, what? Conrad "Con" Jarrett: Oh just anyway. It's a conversation starter. Jeannine: Hm, catchy. Conrad "Con" Jarrett: I knew you'd like it, I've been working on it all day.
[shouting during severe storm] Will Turner: How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work? Mr. Gibbs: Aye, the compass doesn't point North. But we're not trying to find North, are we?
[after finding Gerald Root, Angier's new double] Cutter: He's perfect. He needs some work, but when I get through with him, he could be your brother. Robert Angier: I don't need him to be my brother, I need him to be *me*!
Mr. Robertson: In order to protect our nation's citizens, it's important we keep certain government operations confidential. Wouldn't you agree? Jane: Yes, sir. Mr. Robertson: I work for an organization whose primary purpose is *not* space travel. It...
Gale: You understand, H.I.? If this works out, it's just the beginning of a spree to cover the entire southwest proper. And we keep going until we can retire. Or we get caught. Evelle: Either way, we're fixed for life.
Skinner: [interrogating Linguini after plying him with wine] Have you ever had a pet rat? Linguini: No. Skinner: Did you work in a lab with rats? Linguini: Nooope. Skinner: Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point? Linguini: Nopity, nopity noo.
Sheryl Yoast: In Virginia, high school football is a way of life, it's bigger than Christmas day. My daddy coached in Alexandria, he worked so hard my momma left him, but I stayed with coach, he needed me on that field.
David Mills: Now, I wasn't standing around guarding the taco-bell, alright? I worked homicide for five years. William Somerset: Not here. David Mills: I understand that. William Somerset: Well, over the next seven days, Detective, you'll do me the fa...
Dr. Silberman: It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer, I don't believe you'd do it. Sarah Connor: You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody dies. You know I believe it so don't fuck with me!
Combo's Ex-Girlfriend: What you mean before you went to prison and ruined everything? I'm going to be late for work. You can keep your little box. [Puts the handcrafted gift on the dashboard and leaves the car] Combo: [Starts crying and beats his hea...
Brock Lovett: 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna see in time to turn. The ship's too big with too small a rudder. It doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.
FBI S.A. Adam Frawley: Now, we're a long way away from a grand jury here... and we'll never get 24 hour surveillance unless one of these idiots converts to Islam. So, we build the case. Alright, let's get to work.
Interrogation Cop: I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking. Hockney: Really? I live in Queens. Did you put that together yourself, Einstein? What, do you got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?
Vivian Cash: Your mama was here. Your daddy too. Johnny Cash: Oh yeah. And what'd he say? Vivian Cash: He said now you won't have to work so hard to make people think you've been in jail.
Johnny Cash: So, where's your truck driver? June Carter: Stock car driver. And you'll be happy to know things aren't working out between the two of us. Johnny Cash: It doesn't make me happy! Well... maybe a little it does.
