Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't bargain.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: We got a gopher.
Cobb: Everyone has a box.
Bill: So what's a girl like you... The Blonde: Doing in a place like this? Bill: ...doing with a bald old cunt like that?
Cameron: Ferris Bueller, you're my hero.
Cameron: Hey batta batta batta hey batta batta batta SWING batta!
Ferris: Don't worry about it, I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours. Cameron: Oh, thanks.
Boyd 'Bible' Swan: On the way!
Richard Blaney: [having missed betting on a horse that won at 20-to-1 odds] Twenty-to-one. Twenty-to-bloody-one! Christ, damn it to hell! [throws down a box of grapes and stomps on them]
Otto: What is this? "Hump a Limey" week?
Sonny: How's Paulie? Clemenza: Oh, Paulie... won't see him no more.
Tillie: All hell done broke loose now!
[Samantha just slapped Henry hard across the face] Melvin B. Tolson: Resolved.
Bartlett: Virgil, isn't it? Hilts: Hilts. Just make it Hilts.
Conrad: They won't leave me alone! I'm a goddam human piñata!
Mouth: Is this supposed to be water? Mama Fratelli: It's wet, ain't it? Drink it!
Louie: For the past four years, he's done, maybe, twelve perfect contracts. Perfect, Like a ghost.
Younger Vincent: Don't eat that, it's Pluto.
Boss Tweed: Remember the first rule of politics. The ballots don't make the results, the counters make the results. The counters. Keep counting.
McGloin: What's a nigger doing in the church?
Lord Voldemort: Behold, Nagini, our work is done.
