District Attorney: [when the Judge announces the switch of jury] What did you tell him? Ness: I told him his name is in the ledger too. [Close-up of the Judge, staring daggers at Ness from the bench] District Attorney: His name wasn't in the ledger.....
McManus: We gotta bury him. Hockney: With what? McManus: With our hands. [McManus starts digging] Hockney: Oh, this is nuts! It's dry fucking sand, McManus. When he rots the surfers are gonna smell him a mile away! McManus: Dig, you fuck!
V: [as "The Count of Monte Cristo" ends] Did you like it? Evey Hammond: Yeah. But it made me feel sorry for Mercedes. V: Why? Evey Hammond: Because he cared more about revenge than he did about her.
[referring to the bank customers] Crazy Lee: I kill 'em now? Pike Bishop: No. Hold them here until the shooting starts. Crazy Lee: I'll hold 'em here 'til Hell freezes over or you say different.
Major John Smith: Lieutenant, in the next 15 minutes we have to create enough confusion to get out of here alive. Lt. Morris Schaffer: Major, right now you got me about as confused as I ever hope to be.
Major John Smith: Nobody leaves here until I come back. Jock, save me some coffee. Sgt. Jock MacPherson: It'll be cold by then. Major John Smith: I'd say that's an advantage. You can't taste cold coffee.
FBI Agent: Mrs. Curtis, did you hear me? It's your husband's life, or your case of Wonka bars. Mrs. Curtis: [after a brief pause] How long will they give me to think it over?
Willy Wonka: Now over here, if you'll follow me, I have something rather special to show you. Mr. Salt: It's special all right, I only hope my Veruca doesn't want one.
Charlie Bucket: [referring to Augustus' being stuck in the pipe] He'll never get out. Grandpa Joe: Yes, he will, Charlie. Watch. Remember when you once asked me how a bullet comes out of a gun?
Becky: It's okay,don worry about it. Gilbert: no no I'm really... I'm really sorry Becky: It's okay. Gilbert: I'm really sorry. Becky: Don't be sorry,Are you sorry?... no,I'm not sorry,he's not sorry,we're not sorry,don't be sorry. Arnie: I'm not sor...
Gilbert: Did you ever see a beached whale on television? Becky: Yeah. Gilbert: Yeah. That's her. That's my mom. Becky: [pauses] What about your dad? Gilbert: Uh, some other day. Some other day.
Withnail: [fondling the money Monty has given them to buy wellingtons] I think a drink, don't you? Marwood: What about the wellingtons? Withnail: Oh, bollocks to the wellingtons. We'll tell him they had a farmers' conference and had a run on them.
Danny: Where exactly have you two been? Marwood: Holiday in the countryside. Danny: That's a very good idea. London is a country coming down from its trip. We are 91 days from the end of this decade and there's gonna be a lot of refugees.
Eva: Why would you have something like that? Kevin: I collect them. Eva: Doesn't it a weird thing to collect? Kevin: I don't like stamps. Eva: Then what's the point? Kevin: There is no point. That's the point.
Maybelle Carter: You should go down there to him, June. June Carter: Mama? Maybelle Carter: He's all mixed up. June Carter: I am not goin' down there, if I go down there... Maybelle Carter: You're already are down there, honey.
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: It's funny, you know, because I haven't talked about Jack in a long time. After he passed I talked about him all the time. But I guess people grew tired of it... so I just stopped.
Glinda, the Good Witch of the North: Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? Dorothy: I'm not a witch at all. I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas. Glinda, the Good Witch of the North: Oh. Well, is that the witch? Dorothy: Who, Toto? Toto's my dog!
Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus. Vermin: What are you talking about? I don't get it. Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus. Every gang in the city must be looking for us! Cochise: Holy shit! Rembrandt: We're not gonna be able to make it back!
Swan: You recognize them? Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class. Swan: Numbers? Fox: Full strength: maybe 30? Vermin: Thirty. A lot more than eight. Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.
Roger Rabbit: Yeah. Check the probate. Why, my Uncle Thumper had a problem with HIS probate, and he had to take these big pills, and drink lots of water. Eddie Valiant: Not prostate, you idiot, PROBATE!
