Charles Foster Kane: We have no secrets from our readers. Mr. Thatcher is one of our most devoted readers, Mr. Bernstein. He knows what's wrong with every issue since I've taken charge.
Graham: That is a nice gun. Ria: Well, the car is registered to a Cindy Bradley. And that's not Cindy. That is a William Lewis. [hands him a wallet] Ria: Found under the front seat. Hollywood Division. Graham: Looks like Detective Conklin shot himsel...
Ace Rothstein: You tied up our little daughter to a bed? What the fuck is the matter with you? Is there something mentally wrong with you? Ginger: [Drunk] It was only for a couple hours Sam... the babysitter wasn't around, so I did what I could.
Two-Face: You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time. But you were wrong. The world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance. [holds up his coin] Two-Face: Unbiased. Unprejudiced. Fair.
Henry Barthes: I am money, I change hands like the dollar bill, that has been rubbed by a lamp; Then a genie appeared and cried loudly, with volume; But the tears were all for myself, and that's where it all went wrong
Nathan: It's funny. You know. No matter how rich you get, shit goes wrong. You can't insulate yourself from it. I used to think it was death and taxes you couldn't avoid, but it's actually death and shit.
Phil: You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.
Benjamin: It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up.
Dr. Cohen: Mister... Andrew Largeman? Andrew Largeman: Yes? Dr. Cohen: There's absolutely nothing wrong with you Andrew Largeman: Really? Dr. Cohen: Just kidding; how the hell would I know?
Marv: [as they follow behind Kevin, he suddenly runs] Why is he going faster? Harry: See, I told you something was wrong. See I knew he looked at me weird. Why would he run?
Man on Porch: Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death? George Bailey: You want me to kiss her, huh? Man on Porch: Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.
Rita: Sam, I worry. I worry sometimes. Sam: Yeah... do you worry that you did something wrong? Rita: No. I worry that I've gotten more out of this relationship than you.
Timon: Look, kid. Bad things happen, and you can't do anything about it. Right? Young Simba: Right. Timon: Wrong! When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world.
[first lines] Flint: All right, Mr. Bile, is it? Bile: Uh, my friends call me Phlem. Flint: Uh-huh, Mr. Bile, can you tell me what you did wrong? Bile: I fell down?
Linney James: Don't get me wrong. I love Wally. I ought to. I was married to him for 10 years. And I love actors, all actors. We just get a little catty sometimes.
Mary Wilke: What are you thinking? Isaac Davis: I dunno, I was just thinking. There must be something wrong with me, because I've never had a relationship with a woman that's lasted longer than the one between Hitler and Eva Braun.
Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump] Dinah Lord: What's wrong? Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.
Charlie Townsend: Women are always under the impression that men love them more that they really do. Kitty Fane: I wouldn't delude myself for a second that you were in love with me. Charlie Townsend: Now there you're wrong.
Michael Berg: I'm aware I was difficult. I wasn't always open with you. I'm not open with anyone. Julia: I knew you were distant. You know, I always assumed it was my fault. Michael Berg: Julia. How wrong can you be.
James Bond: Pardon me, do you have a match? Kerim's Chauffeur: I use a lighter. James Bond: Better still. Kerim's Chauffeur: Until they go wrong. James Bond: Exactly.
Bertier: [the Titans have just had a touchdown scored against them in the State Championship] NO! Nooooooooo! Nurse: [Nurse comes running in] What's wrong, Gerry? Bertier: Do *not* come in here! [Nurse exits hurriedly, followed by a projectile]
