Litmus: What's your name kid? Charley Butts: Charley Butts. Litmus: Charley's Butt? Hahahah, you got a pretty friggin' funny name kid. Charley Butts: Oh yeah? What's yours? Litmus: Al Capone.
Bill: OK, everybody. Grab your plates. Soup's on. Edward: [with mouth full] I thought this was shish-ka-bob. Bill: What? Edward: [a little clearer] I thought this was shish-ka-bob. Bill: Yeah, it is shish-ka-bob. It's a figure of speech, Ed.
Forrest Gump: When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go, you know, I went. Elderly Southern Woman on Park Bench: And so, you just ran? Forrest Gump: Yeah.
Downey: What did we do wrong? We did nothing wrong. Dawson: Yeah, we did. We were supposed to fight for the people who couldn't fight for themselves. We were supposed to fight for Willie.
[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: I used to kill for the CIA.
[Archie has put his gun down to fist fight with Otto] Archie: I used to box for Oxford. Otto: Oh, yeah? Well... [Otto quickly picks up Archie's gun, and points it at him] Otto: ...I used to kill for the CIA.
Rocket Raccoon: [jumps on Groot who is fighting the sentry bots] You idiot! How am I supposed to fight these things without my stuff? Drax the Destroyer: Creepy little beast! [throws to Rocket a machine gun] Rocket Raccoon: Oh yeah!
Beatrice McCready: Do you know people in the neighborhood who don't talk to the police? Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, one or two. Beatrice McCready: We wanna hire you to augment the investigation of Amanda.
Detective Remy Bressant: [about Patrick] Half the guys he knows are degenerates. Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, you know what the other half are? Detective Remy Bressant: What? Patrick Kenzie: Cops. Don't hold it against me.
Sean: Do you have a soul mate? Will: Define that? Sean: Someone you can relate to, someone who opens things up for you. Will: Yeah, Chuckie. Sean: [dismissing Will's choice] Chuckie's family; he would lie down in fucking traffic for you.
Morgan: Man, I can't believe you brought Skylar here when we're all fucking bombed and been drinking. What the fuck is she gonna think about us? Will: Yeah, Morgan, it's a real rarity that we'd be out drinking.
Percy Wetmore: [after finding Mr. Jingles alive after he steps on him] You switched 'em. You switched 'em somehow, you bastards. Brutus "Brutal" Howell: Yeah I always keep a spare mouse in my wallet for occasions such as this.
[Chunk and Sloth come across the out-of-control pipes] Chunk: Yeah. Mikey's been through here, all right. [Sloth grabs some pipes and pushes them up. He hears a car crash, a woman scream and sirens] Sloth: Uh-oh.
Tim: [Klingon phrase] qIrq HoH. Carol: It means I like to mate after battle. Tim: That's not what I said. Carol: Yeah... Tim: No, no. That wasn't the one I said. This one means Kill Kirk... And also, hallelujah... Depending on the context.
Harry: Egypt, huh? What's it like? Ron: Brilliant! Loads of cool stuff. Mummies, tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself. Hermione: You know, the Egyptians used to worship cats. Ron: Yeah, along with the dung beetle.
[about Malfoy] Ron: Listen to the idiot! He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? Harry: At least Hagrid didn't get fired. Hermione: Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.
Marv: [Harry and Marv arrive at the Mcallister house at 9:00PM] So how do you want to get in? Harry: We'll go thru the back. Maybe the kid will let us in, you never know. Marv: Yeah. He's a kid. Kids are stupid.
[last lines] Mordecai: I'm almost done here. [pause] Mordecai: I never did know your name... The Stranger: Yeah, you do. [pause] The Stranger: See ya. Mordecai: Yes, sir captain! [the Stranger rides away]
Nicholas Angel: I didn't mean to upset the apple cart. DS Andy Cartwright: Oh yeah, cause we all sell apples 'round here, don't we? Danny Butterman: Your dad sells apples, Andy. DS Andy Cartwright: And raspberries.
Laura: I'm too tired not to be with you. Rob: What, so if you had a bit more energy we'd stay split up, but things being as they are, with you being wiped out and all, you want to get back together? Is that it? Laura: Yeah.
Charlie Burns: Quiet. Fast Eddie: Yeah, like a church. Church of the Good Hustle. Charlie Burns: Looks more like a morgue to me. Those tables are the slabs they lay the stiffs on. Fast Eddie: I'll be alive when I get out, Charlie.
