Dory: [At the entrance to the trench] Come on, let's go. Marlin: No, no, no! Bad trench, bad trench! Come on, we're swimming over this thing. Dory: Whoa, partner. Little red flag going up. Something tells me we should go through it, not over it. Marl...
Freddy Eynsford-Hill: Darling! Eliza Doolittle: Freddy, what ever are you doing here? Freddy Eynsford-Hill: Nothing. I spend most of my nights here. It's the only place where I'm happy. [Freddy steps forward] Freddy Eynsford-Hill: Don't laugh at me, ...
Christian Szell: The gun had blanks, the knife, a retractable blade. Hardly original, but effective enough. I think you'll agree. I'm told you are a graduate student. Brilliant, yes? You are an historian, and I am part of history. I should have thoug...
Penny Escher: [sitting on bench under an umbrella] May I ask what we're doing out here? Kay Eiffel: [sitting next to Penny without an umbrella] We're imagining car wrecks. Penny Escher: I see. And we can't imagine car wrecks inside? Kay Eiffel: No. D...
Jim: Do you know I was thinking? Selena: You were thinking that you'll never hear another piece of original music ever again. You'll never read a book that hasn't already been written or see a film that hasn't already been shot. Jim: Um, that's what ...
Patrick Bateman: Did you know that Whitney Houston's debut LP, called simply Whitney Houston had 4 number one singles on it? Did you know that, Christie? Elizabeth: [laughing] You actually listen to Whitney Houston? You own a Whitney Houston CD? More...
Marty McFly: [Doc has just been shot. Marty runs over to him] Doc! Doc! Marty McFly: [Marty turns Doc's body over to reveal it is apparently bullet-ridden and lifeless. Marty begins to cry] No! No! Marty McFly: [Doc suddenly blinks and sits up] You'r...
Literature is the extant body of written art. All novels belong to it. The value judgement concealed in distinguishing one novel as literature and another as genre vanishes with the distinction. Every readable novel can give true pleasure. Every nove...
You don't know what it's like to grow up with a mother who never said a positive thing in her life, not about her children or the world, who was always suspicious, always tearing you down and splitting your dreams straight down the seams. When my fir...
I don't like forgetting, Elías," I said with my eyes closed. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I let it. "I don't want to forget these moments that constantly remind me of who I am, who I was, and who you are. I don't want to forget my past an...
He pulled the gun from his waist, running it along my cheek and back down to my lips. I blinked back the tears at sick game. He finally stopped the gun at my temple, my pulse fighting against the pressure of the cold metal of the gun. “Do you think...
Skank: [fast and hysterically] That's him! That's him! But he looked different. He was all painted up white like some sort of dead whore! I seen him! T-Bird he sent me in some road beers, right? Then he took him away. But, I chased him down. And he f...
Richard Torena: There's this cat I was locked up with in Folsom: did a couple, two-three years. He got out, and I ran into him. Vincent Hanna: [pauses, waiting for Richard to continue] And so? Richard Torena: He's a big fiend for action. Now if he'd ...
Vinny Gambini: [Vinny is the lawyer, but Stan thinks he is there to sodomize him] Look, it's either me or them. You're gettin' fucked one way or the other. [Stan tries to get up] Vinny Gambini: Hey, relax, I'm gonna help you. Stan: Gee thanks. Vinny ...
Nancy: MOTHER! What's with the bars? Marge: Security. Nancy: Security? SECURITY FROM WHAT? Marge: Not from what: From whom. Come down to the cellar. You wanna know who Fred Krueger was? He was a filthy child murderer, who killed at least 20 kids in t...
[Terrell disobeys Khan's order to kill Kirk, who taunts Khan over the communicator] Kirk: Khan, you bloodsucker! You're going to have to do your own dirty work now! Do you hear me? Do you? Khan: Kirk? Kirk, you're still alive, my old friend? Kirk: St...
Percy Garris: [singing] Oh don't you remember sweet Betsy from Pike / Crossed the high mountains with her lover Ike / Two yoke of oxen and big yellow dog / Called Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog / Hoodle-dang-hootie-i-doh, hoodle-dang-hootie-ay,...
The trouble with Grace, she thought, is that she is so literal. But that was the trouble with most people, when it came down to it; there were very few who enjoyed flights of fantasy, and to have that sort of mind--one which enjoyed dry with and unde...
Miles away, down through an opening in the hills, he could catch glimpses of a road where motor-cars sometimes passed, and yet here, so removed from the arteries of the latest civilization, was a bat-haunted old homestead, where something unmistakabl...
He hadn't spoken a word since they'd left the manor except to snap out directions, telling her which way to turn at a fork in the road, or ordering her to skirt a pothole. Even then she doubted if he would have minded much if she'd fallen the pothole...
The well padded astrologer stroked his corpulent belly, as he stared down intently at his cowrie board. There was a frown on his moon shaped face, a face that had always considered good rich food his birthright, even as he strove to read the cryptic ...
