Captain Miller: James Francis Ryan of Iowa? Private Ryan: Yes, sir. Paton, Iowa, that's correct. What is this about? Captain Miller: Your brothers were killed in combat. Private Ryan: Which - Which ones? Captain Miller: All of them. [Ryan pauses in s...
Toby: Let Pirelli's / Miracle Elixir / Activate your roots, sir... Sweeney Todd: Keep it off your boots, sir- / Eats right through. Toby: Yes, get Pirelli's! / Use a bottle of it! / Ladies seem to love it... Mrs. Lovett: Flies do, too!
John Connor: So this other guy: he's a Terminator like you, right? The Terminator: Not like me. A T-1000, advanced prototype. John Connor: You mean more advanced than you are? The Terminator: Yes. A mimetic polyalloy. John Connor: What the hell does ...
Crabbin: [inviting Holly Martins to give a lecture at the local Cultural Reeducation Society] We do a little show each week. Last week we had "Hamlet." The week before we had... something. Sgt. Paine: The striptease, sir. Crabbin: Yes, the Hindu danc...
Jeffrey Goines: There was this guy, and he was always requesting shows that had already played. Yes. No. You have to tell her before. He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday. She couldn't turn back time, t...
Vilos Cohaagen: Kuato wants what's in Quaid's head, and he might be able to get it 'cause they say he's psychic; and I have a plan to keep this from happening. Do you think you could play along? Richter: Yes, sir. Vilos Cohaagen: Great, 'cause otherw...
Woody: Sergeant, establish a recon post downstairs. Code Red. You know what to do. Sergeant: Yes, sir! [jumps down] Sergeant: All right, men, you heard him! Code Red, repeat: we're at Code Red! Recon plan Charlie: Execute! Let's move, move, move, mov...
Sandy: A guy named Les is sending you flowers? Michael Dorsey: Yes. He's a friend of mine. He can't eat candy. He's diabetic. Sandy: Why is he thanking you for a lovely night in front of the fire. Michael Dorsey: [long pause] My minds a blank. Sandy:...
Alpha: [In squeaky voice] Master, dinner is ready. Charles Muntz: Oh, yes, broken collar? It's that loose wire again. [fixes the collar] Charles Muntz: There you go, big fella. Alpha: [In deep, intimidating voice] Thank you, Naster. Russell: [Nervous...
Willy Wonka: [making a mysterious formula] Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple. Mrs. Teevee: [as Mr. Wonka drinks the formula] That's 105%! Sam Beauregarde: Any good? Willy Wonka...
WALL.E: W-W-WALL-E Mary: [Introducing herself] Mary. WALL.E: [Points to EVE] EE-va? Mary: Oh, yes, of course. Excuse me. [Backs herself out of the way so WALL-E can ride with EVE, the shuttle stops and Mary disembarks with a gasp] Mary: I-I didn't kn...
Harry Burns: You know how a year to a person is like seven years to a dog? Sally Albright: Is one of us supposed to be a DOG in this scenario? Harry Burns: Yes. Sally Albright: Who is the dog? Harry Burns: You are. Sally Albright: I am? I am the dog?...
Harry Burns: How long do you like to be held after sex? All night, right? See, that's your problem. Somewhere between 30 seconds and all night is your problem. Sally Albright: I don't have a problem. Harry Burns: Yes, you do.
Looking back, yes, I made too many comebacks. But each comeback I was 100 percent sure that I would win. I never came back for the money, because I didn't need it. The adulation I was getting anyway in other spheres. But I'm a guy who likes to see ho...
[the Emperor offers the sheet music of Salieri's welcome march to Mozart] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Keep it Majesty, if you want. It's already here in my head. Emperor Joseph II: What? On one hearing only? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I think so, Sire, ye...
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: "Confutatis maledictis" - when the wicked are confounded. "Flammis Acribus Adictis." How would you translate that? Antonio Salieri: Consigned to flames of woe. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Do you believe in it? Antonio Salieri: W...
Timothy Bryce: He makes himself out to be a harmless old codger, but inside... inside... Patrick Bateman: [voice-over] ... "but inside" doesn't matter. Craig McDermott: "Inside," yes, "inside... " - believe it or not, Bryce, we're actually listening ...
Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea? Alice: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more. March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.
Noireuter: [high pitched] You have enough air for fifteem minutes. Enzo: [high pitched] What's with the voice? Noireuter: [high pitched] It's nothing, maybe the helium is up too high. Enzo: [high pitched] Does the voice some back? Noireuter: [high pi...
Sheldon Flender: [bragging] I have never had a play produced. That's right. And I've written one play a year for the past twenty years. David Shayne: Yes, but that's because you're a genius. And the proof is that both common people and intellectuals ...
Helen Sinclair: Make love to me. David Shayne: Here? Now? Helen Sinclair: I see no reason to wait. David Shayne: Jerome Kern is on the other side of the door. Helen Sinclair: Yes, he's a wonderful composer. You'll have to meet him. Now hang up your p...
