The Joker: [Talking to Bob] You [heavy breathing] The Joker: are my number one [heavy breathing] The Joker: guy.
Frank Booth: Baby wants to fuck! Baby wants to fuck Blue Velvet!
Frank Booth: Don't toast to my health, toast to my fuck!
Luigi: We shall call him... Zatarra. Edmond: Sounds fearsome. Luigi: It means, "driftwood."
Jay: [after Silent Bob hands Jay a Redbull, Jay drinks it and kicks it in the air] Get the FUCK outta here!
Jay: [while eating food that has piss and flies] This tastes like piss and flies, doesn't it? Silent Bob: [nods]
Jay: [singing] Noinch, Noinch, Noinch, Schmokin Weed, Schmokin' Weed, Doin' Coke, Drinkin' Beers...
Roger Perron: Hear that? Carolyn Perron: I don't hear anything. Roger Perron: Exactly.
Lara: I heard a bang. Daniel: What, like a truck bang? Lara: Like a gun.
Tall Ghost Girl: Hush, and shush, for the beldam might be listening.
Ralphie: Well, what have we got here, folks? Mr. Parker: Well, we figure it's Black Bart, uh, Ralph. Ralphie: Well, it's just me and my trusty old Red Ryder carbine-action, 200-shot, range model air rifle. Lucky I got a compass in the stock.
Natasha Romanoff: Tell me about the shooter. Steve Rogers: He's fast. Strong. Had a metal arm.
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [to Sister James] Penmanship is dying all across this country!
[about to whack a zombie in the head with a machete] Blades: Say goodbye, creep!
[on a TV set, Dr. Millard Rausch argues with a TV reporter about doomsday scenarios] Francine Parker: It's really all over... isn't it?
Selma: Clatter, crash, clack, racket, bang, thump rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam! It's music, now dance!
Bruce Wayne: ...Because sometimes truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more.
[Bruce makes the climb] Blind Prisoner: Deshi basara! Deshi basara!
Bruce Wayne: I'm not afraid. I'm angry.
Bruce Wayne: This city needs me.
Radio Raheem: Put some extra mozzarella on that motherfucker and shit.
