Mickey : I realized my true calling in life.
Wayne Gale : What's that?
Mickey : Shit, man, I'm a natural born killer.
		-- Natural Born Killers
%
Napalatoni : Warden!
Dwight McClusky : Yes! What is it, Natapundi?
Napalatoni : Napalatoni!
Dwight McClusky : I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR FUCKING NAME IS!
Napalatoni : Mickey and Mallory Knox are loose, Scagnetti's dead, and
  they're live on national TV!
Dwight McClusky : LIVE ON NATIONAL TV? JESUS HAROLD CHRIST ON A FUCKING
  RUBBER CRUTCH, IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? 
		-- Natural Born Killers
%
Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous
snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to
health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked
the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look,
bitch, you knew I was a snake." 
		-- Natural Born Killers
%
Brian: Excuse me. Are you the Judean People's Front?
Reg: Fuck off! We're the People's Front of Judea 
		-- Life of Brian
%
Reg: If you want to join the People's Front of Judea, you have to really hate
   the Romans.
Brian: I do!
Reg: Oh yeah, how much?
Brian: A lot!
Reg: Right, you're in.
		-- Life of Brian
%
[a line of prisoners files past a jailer]
Coordinator: Crucifixion?
Stan: Yes.
Coordinator: Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.
[Next prisoner]
Coordinator: Crucifixion?
Stan: Er, no, freedom actually.
Coordinator: What?
Stan: Yeah, they said I hadn't done anything and I could go and live on an
  island somewhere.
Coordinator: Oh I say, that's very nice. Well, off you go then.
Stan: No, I'm just pulling your leg, it's crucifixion really.
Coordinator: [laughing] Oh yes, very good. Well...
Stan: Yes I know, out of the door, one cross each, line on the left. 
		-- Life of Brian
%
Bruce: We find your American beer like making love in a canoe.
  It's fucking close to water. 
		-- Hollywood Bowl
%
King Arthur: I am your king.
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering
  samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water,
  signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur.
  THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis
  for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate
  from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
		-- Holy Grail
%
Bridgekeeper: Hee hee heh. Stop. What... is your name?
King Arthur: It is 'Arthur', King of the Britons.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
King Arthur: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
King Arthur: What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Bridgekeeper: Huh? I... I don't know that.
[he is thrown over]
Bridgekeeper: Auuuuuuuugh.
Sir Bedevere: How do know so much about swallows?
King Arthur: Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.
		-- Holy Grail
%
Woman: And who are you?
King Arthur: I am Arthur, King of the Britons.
Woman: King of the who?
King Arthur: King of the Britons.
Woman: Who are the Britons?
King Arthur: We all are. We are all Britons. And I am your king.
Woman: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
		-- Holy Grail
%
Ted : Would it help matters if I took a walk around the block ?
Mort : Oh, heck, Ted, live a little. Make it two.
		-- Secret Window
%
Pope: Evening, Michelangelo. I want to have a word with you about this painting
of yours, "The Last Supper." 
Michelangelo: Oh, dear. It took me hours. Is it the jello you don't like?
Pope: No.
Michelangelo: Ah, no, I know, they do have a bit of colour, don't they? Oh, I
    know, you don't like the kangaroo?
Pope: What kangaroo?
Michelangelo: No problem, I'll paint him out.
Pope: I never saw a kangaroo!
Michelangelo: Uuh...he's right in the back. I'll paint him out! No sweat, I'll
    make him into a disciple.
Pope: Aah. That's the problem.
Michelangelo: Are they too Jewish? I made Judas the most Jewish.
Pope: No, it's just that there are twenty-eight of them.
		-- Hollywood Bowl
%
Mr. Barnard: What do you want?
Customer: Well, I just was...
Mr. Barnard: Don't give me that, you snorty-faced pair of parrot droppings!
    Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type make me puke, you vacuous
    ---- stuffing old malodrious pervert!
Customer: Listen, I came here for an argument!
Mr. Barnard: Oh, oh, I'm sorry, but this is Abuse!
Customer: Oh, oh, I see! Terribly sorry.
Mr. Barnard: No, you want Room 12A, next door.
Customer: Oh, I see. Thank you very much.
Mr. Barnard: Not at all.
Customer: Uhuh!
Mr. Barnard: Stupid git..
		-- Hollywood Bowl
%
Customer: Oh, look, this isn't an argument!. It's just contradiction!
Argumentator: It is not!
Customer: It is! You just contradicted me!
Argumentator: I did not!
Customer: Oh, this is futile!
Argumentator: No, it isn't.
Customer: Yes, it is. I came here for a good argument.
Argumentator: No, you didn't. You came here for an argument.
Customer: Yes, but an argument isn't just contradiction!
Argumentator: Well, can be.
Customer: No, an argument is a connected series of statements intended to
    establish a proposition.
Argumentator: No, it isn't!
Customer: Yes, it is! It isn't just contradiction!
Argumentator: Look, if I argue with you, I must take a contrary position.
Customer: Yes, but that isn't just saying "No, it isn't!"
Argumentator: Yes, it is!
Customer: No, it isn't!
		-- Hollywood Bowl
%
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Good morning.
Secretary: Oh, good morning. Uhm, have you come to arrange a holiday or would
    you like a blow job?
		-- Hollywood Bowl
%
Lumberjack: I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK, I sleep all night and I work all day.
Choir & Girl : He's a lumberjack and he's OK, he sleeps all night and he works
    all day.
Lumberjack : I cut down trees, I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra.
    I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.
Choir :
He cuts down trees, he wears high heels, suspenders and a bra?
John Cleese: What kind of god damn fairy cunny fairy faggot...
		-- Hollywood Bowl
%
Ben:  We believe that there is an encryption on the back.
Abigail:  An encryption of what?
Ben:  Uh, a cartograph.
Abigail:  A treasure map?
Riley:  That's where we lost the FBI.
Abigail:  Mr. Brown I have personally seen the back of the declaration of
    independence and I promise you the only thing there is a notation that
    reads original declaration of independence dated
Ben: 'of independence dated 4 of July 1776.  Yes ma'm.
Abigail: But no map.
Ben:  It's invisible.
Riley:  And that's where we lost the department of homeland security.
		-- National Treasure
%
Ian:  Look, this is a waste of time. How could a ship wind up way out here?
Riley: Well I'm no expert, but it could be that the hydrothermal properties
    of this region produce hurricane force ice storms that cause the ocean to
    freeze, then melt, than refreeze, resulting in a semi-solid migrating
    land mass that would land a ship right around here.
		-- National Treasure
%
Abigail:  Scrolls from the Library of Alexandria.  Could this be possible?
Riley:  That's a big, bluish-green man, with a strange looking goatee.
    I'm guessing that's significant.
		-- National Treasure
%
In the abscence of Light, Darkness prevails.
		-- Hellboy
%
Pita: What was your first girlfriend's name?
Creasy: Nonya.
Pita: Nonya who?
Creasy: Nonya business.
		-- Man on Fire
%
Pita: Do you have a girlfriend?
Creasy: No. What kind of question is that, anyway? You're supposed to be
    studying history, okay?
Pita: It is history... Creasy history.
Creasy: No, that's ancient history.
		-- Man on Fire
%
Butch: Will you hand me a towel, tulip?
Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.
Pumpkin: I love you too, Honey Bunny.
Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] Alright, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every 
    motherfucking last one of ya!
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in
    Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a
    Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
Vincent: How many up there?
Jules: Three or four.
Vincent: That's countin' our guy?
Jules: Not sure.
Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
Jules: It's possible.
Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double
    dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus
    Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
Butch: No, retard, from the fight.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Esmeralda: What is your name?
Butch: Butch.
Esmeralda: What does it mean?
Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Vincent: Want some bacon?
Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I
    wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a
    filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to
    disregard its own faeces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.
Jules: I don't eat dog either.
Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely
    dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would
    cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig. I
    mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green
    Acres, you know what I'm sayin'?
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: You know the shows on TV?
Vincent: I don't watch TV.
Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television,
    and on this invention they show shows, right? 
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?
Vincent: Redondo Beach.
Jules: Inglewood.
The Wolf: It's your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the styx gentlemen.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma
    tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa
    tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and
    says "Catch up".
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Duke: You can turn your back on a person, but, never turn your back on a drug.
    Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on
    your hands.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: Bazooko's Circus is what the world would be doing every Saturday
    night if the Nazis had won the war. This was the Sixth Reich.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Can I call you a cab?
Police Chief: Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
    drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:
    "I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive."
    Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full
    with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving
    around the car, and a voice was screaming:
    "Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?"
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Duke: "Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive."
    No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them
    soon enough.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Dr. Gonzo: Let's give the boy a lift.
Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: There's a uh, big machine in the sky, some kind of, I dunno, electric
    snake, coming straight at us.
Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it.
Duke: Not yet, I want to study its habits.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: Ah, devil ether. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some
    early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor function. Blurred vision,
    no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror, unable to communicate
    with the spinal column. Which is interesting because you can actually watch
    yourself behaving in this terrible way, but you can't control it.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody
    was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won't be long now before they
    tear us to shreds.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Parking Attendant: You can't park your car here.
Raoul Duke: Why not? Is this not a reasonable place to park?
Parking Attendant: Reasonable? You're on the sidewalk.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Duke: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline,five sheets
    of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a
    whole galaxy of multi colored collection of uppers, downers, laughers,
    screamers... Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a
    pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the
    trip, but once you get into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to
    push it as far as you can.
		-- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
%
Ben Grimm: No more cracks about how I look.
Johnny Storm: Hey, call me Mr. Sensitivity.
[making his way through a crowd of people]
Johnny Storm: Everybody out of the way! Wide load coming through! He's huge! 
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Ben Grimm: [complaining about Johnny] That underwear model washed out at NASA
    for bringing two Victoria's Secret wannabes into a flight simulator.
Reed Richards: Youthful high spirits.
Ben Grimm: They crashed it into a wall. A simulator !
		-- Fantastic Four
%
X Games Announcer: Is it true what they say? That he can expand *any* part of
    his anatomy?
Johnny Storm: Actually, between us, I think he's got some problems staying
    rigid.
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Victor Von Doom: [proposing to Sue Storm] Four words, Sue. Four words that will
    change our lives forever...
Reed Richards: [interrupting] The cloud is accelerating!
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Chief Fireman: Who's the leader?
Johnny Storm: That would be me!
Chief Fireman: No, really.
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Susan Storm: [to Johnny as a heat-seeker rocket is heading towards them] Don't
    even think about it!
Johnny Storm: Never do.
[he jumps off the Baxter Building]
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Johnny Storm: It's like some higher calling.
Reed Richards: Like getting girls and making money?
Johnny Storm: Is there any higher?
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Nurse: [taking Johnny's temperature : 209 degrees] My God! You're hot!
Johnny Storm: Why, thank you. So are you.
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Nurse: Johnny! You're on fire!
Johnny Storm: Thanks! Your moves are pretty awesome too!
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Susan Storm: You were at 4,000 degrees Kelvin! You were approaching Super-Nova!
Johnny Storm: Sweet!
Susan Storm: No, not "sweet"! That's the heat of the sun!
Reed Richards: You could kill yourself, other people, and burn up the
    atmosphere, ending all human life as we know it.
Johnny Storm: Got it. Super-Nova bad.
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Reed Richards: How many times have I ever asked you to do something that you
    said you absolutely could not do?
Ben Grimm: Five times.
[walks off]
Reed Richards: I had it at four.
Ben Grimm: [from offscreen] Well, this is number five.
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Reed Richards: I'm trying to figure out why we each ended up with different
    symptoms.
Johnny Storm: Oh, well that's easy: I'm hot. You're... well, you're a little
    limp. Sue's easy to see through. And Ben's always been a hardass.
		-- Fantastic Four
%
Dwight [narrating]: The Valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the
    pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
		-- Sin City
%
Cardinal Roark: What the hell do you know...
Marv: I know it's pretty damn weird to eat people.
		-- Sin City
%
Marv: [at his own execution] Would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night.
		-- Sin City
%
John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about
    as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
		-- Sin City
%
Dwight: Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you
    to. She twists the blade. He feels it.
		-- Sin City
%
[Matrix has thrown a pipe through Bennett]
Matrix: Let off some steam, Bennett.
		-- Commando
%
Cindy: Can you tell me what this is all about?
Matrix: Yeah! A guy I trusted for years wants me dead.
Cindy: That's understandable - I've only known you for five minutes and I want
  you dead, too.
		-- Commando
%
Cooke: You scared motherfucker? Well you should be because this green beret is
  going to kick your big ass.
Matrix: I eat green berets for breakfast. And right now I'm very hungry.
Cindy: I can't believe this macho bullshit.
		-- Commando
%
Stewardess: Interior luggage?
Matrix: [pointing to Henriques] Just him.
		-- Commando
%
Matrix: [reading about Boy George in a pop magazine] Why don't they just call
  him Girl George? It would cut down on the confusion.
Jenny: Oh, Dad, that is so old.
Matrix: Ha Ha. You know when I was a boy and rock'n'roll came to East Germany,
  the communists said it was subversive.
[thinks and smiles]
Matrix: Maybe they were right.
		-- Commando
%
Matrix: What's wrong?
Cindy: This isn't a plane... it's a canoe with wings.
Matrix: Well, then, get in and start paddling.
		-- Commando
%
Tobin : Wouldn't mind if he were dead ?
Sylvia : Wouldn't mind if he were gone.
Tobin : Same thing.
Sylvia : No, it isn't. If I interpreted "gone" as "dead", I'd be out of a job.
    If they were the same thing, there'd be no UN.
Tobin : Your profession is playing with words miss...
Sylvia : I don't play with words.
Tobin : You're doing it now.
Sylvia : No, you are.
		-- The Interpreter
%
Information agent: ... both with the motivation to see Zuwanie gone.
Tobin: Gone ?
Information Agent: Dead.
Tobin: But not just dead. Dead in front of the delegates of 191 countries and
  avery news service with a camera. Dead in front of the world.
Information Agent: Nobody needs to be that dead.
		-- The Interpreter
%
Lud: Are you serious ?
[Tobin nods]
Lud: Black or white ?
Tobin [looking at a cup of coffee]: No, thank you.
Lud: Is she black or white ?
Tobin: White.
		-- The Interpreter
%
[Sylvia is attached to a chair for lies detection]
Tobin : Miss Broome... Can I get you anything ?
Sylvia : How about a hood ?
		-- The Interpreter
%
Lud: Might I ask where you stand now politically, Miss Broome ?
Sylvia: I'm for peace and quiet, Mr Lud. It's why I came to the UN. Quiet
  diplomacy.
Lud [smiling]: With respect, you only interpret.
Sylvia: Countries have gone to war because they misinterpreted one another.
		-- The Interpreter
%
Sylvia : Vengeance is a lazy form of grief.
		-- The Interpreter
%
Sylvia: What do you do when you can't sleep ?
Tobin: I stay awake.
		-- The Interpreter
%
Basic psychology is one of my subroutines.
		-- Terminator 3
%
Terminator: Katherine Brewster? Have you sustained injury?
Kate Brewster: Drop dead you asshole.
Terminator: I am unable to comply.
		-- Terminator 3
%
John Connor: Do you even remember me? Sarah Connor, blowing up Cyberdyne,
    hasta la vista, baby. Ring any bells?
Terminator: That was a different T-101.
John Connor: What do you guys, come off an assembly line or something?
Terminator: Exactly.
		-- Terminator 3
%
Kate Brewster: Next time bring a clue, not a paintball gun.
		-- Terminator 3
%
SWAT Team Leader: Put down your weapon... and... the coffin.
		-- Terminator 3
%
Hé, je n'entends rien avec cette lampe dans les yeux.
		-- MASH
%
Gen. Hammond: Henry, I have some reports here from your Major O'Houlihan that
    I frankly find hard to believe.
Colonel Blake: Well, don't believe them then, General. Good-bye.
		-- MASH
%
[Cornelius confides in a bartender]
Cornelius: I know she's made to be strong, but she's also so fragile, so human.
    Know what I mean?
[Robot bartender shakes its head]
		-- The Fifth Element
%
Aknot: You asked for a case, we brought you a case.
Zorg: A case with FOUR STONES in it! Not one or two or three, but four! Four
    stones! What the hell am I supposed to do with an empty case?
Aknot: We are warriors, not merchants.
Zorg: But you can still count! Look, it's easy. Look at my fingers: four
    stones, four crates. Zero stones? ZERO CRATES!
		-- The Fifth Element
%
Zorg: This case is empty.
[Switches to conversation between Cornelius and Leeloo, who is laughing]
Cornelius: What do you mean, empty?
[Back to conversation between Zorg and Aknot]
Zorg: Empty. The opposite of full. This case is supposed to be full! Anyone
    care to explain?
[Back to Leeloo, speaking in the Divine Language]
Cornelius: The guardians... gave the stones... to someone they could trust...
    who took another route... she's supposed to contact this person... in a
    hotel... and she's looking for the address. Easy.
Leeloo: [points to the computer screen] Dot.
David: It's-it's planet Fhloston, in the Angel Constellation!
Cornelius: We're saved.
[back to Zorg and Aknot]
Zorg: I'm screwed.
		-- The Fifth Element
%
Police: Are you classified as human?
Korben Dallas: Negative, I am a meat popsicle.
		-- The Fifth Element
%
Police: Etes vous classifié comme humain ?
Korben Dallas: Negatif, je suis une mite en pullover.
		-- Le Cinquième Élement
%
Korben Dallas: Whoa, lady, I only speak two languages, English and bad English.
		-- The Fifth Element
%
Korben Dallas: Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for conversation, but maybe you
could just shut up for a moment?
		-- The Fifth Element
%
[Corben walks into the room and shoots Aknot between the eyes. As he falls, the
  other Mangalores drop their weapons and bow over him, keening]
Korben Dallas: Anybody else want to negotiate?
Fog: Wh-where did he learn to n-negotiate like that?
President Lindberg: I wonder.
		-- The Fifth Element
%
Carol: OK, we all have these terrible stories to get over, and you-...
Melvin : It's not true. Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place
at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad. Just no one in this car. But,
a lot of people, that's their story. Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so
hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many
others had it good.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Frank : If there's a mental health organization that raises money for people
like you, be sure to let me know.
Melvin : Last word freak.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : [introducing Carol to Simon] Carol the waitress, Simon the fag.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : Never, never, interrupt me, okay? Not if there's a fire, not even if
you hear the sound of a thud from my home and one week later there's a smell
coming from there that can only be a decaying human body and you have to hold
a hanky to your face because the stench is so thick that you think you're going
to faint. Even then, don't come knocking. Or, if it's election night, and
you're excited and you wanna celebrate because some fudgepacker that you
date has been elected the first queer president of the United States and he's
going to have you down to Camp David, and you want someone to share the moment
with. Even then, don't knock. Not on this door. Not for ANY reason. Do you get
me, sweetheart?
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : Well, it's not right to go into details, I got nervous. I screwed up,
I said the wrong thing... Where if I hadn't, I could be in bed right now with
a woman who, if you make her laugh, you got a life. Instead I'm here with
you... no offense, but a moron pushing the last legal drug.
[Said moron has an empty look]
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City
"Sailor wanna hump-hump" bar, or is it getaway day and your last shot at his
whiskey? Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : People who talk in metaphors oughta shampoo my crotch.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : I'm drowning here, and you're describing the water!
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Receptionist: How do you write women so well?
Melvin : I think of a man, and I take away reason and accountability.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : You're a disgrace to depression.
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : Police! Donut-munching morons, HELP ME! HELP ME!
Frank : Shh!
Melvin : Assault and Battery - and you're black!
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : As long as you keep your work zipped up around me, I don't give a rat
crap what or where you shove your show. Are we done being neighbors for now?
		-- As Good as it Gets
%
Melvin : Je suis en train de me noyer, et tu me demande si l'eau est bonne ?
		-- Pour le Pire et pour le Meilleur
%
La réceptionniste : Comment arrivez vous é cerner les femmes aussi bien ?
Melvin: J'écris au masculin, et je soustrais la logique et les responsabilités.
		-- Pour le Pire et pour le Meilleur
%
King David : We reap what we sow. That's what the Bible says. Payback's a
motherfucker. 'think James Brown said that. Same difference. We all know the
story. At least we pretend we do... Hindu cats out in India have a word for
it: Karma. They believe in reincarnation : that a man pays in the next life
for all the shit he's done in the previous one. And keeps on paying too...
until he gets shit straight.
		-- Never Die Alone
%
Il a les yeux de sa mére, le sourire de son pére. Quand il sera grand, il fera
comme papa... tueur en série.
		-- Seed of Chucky
%
Leo Getz: They FUCK YOU at the hospital, okay? They FUCK YOU at the hospital!
First they drug you, then they FUCK YOU and when they're done FUCKING YOU
along comes the insurance company and FUCKS YOU some more!
		-- Lethal Weapon 3
%
[Travis buries a henchman in cement]
Jack Travis: Now we've got a relationship we can build on.
		-- Lethal Weapon 3
%
Commissaire : Ca se termine toujours avec perte et fracas !
Riggs : C'est moi fracas. Lui c'est perte !
		-- L'Arme Fatale 3
%
Butch: Will you hand me a towel, tulip?
Fabienne: Ah, I like that. I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
The Wolf: That's thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Honey Bunny: [about to rob a diner] I love you, Pumpkin.
Pumpkin: I love you too, Honey Bunny.
Pumpkin: [Standing up with a gun] Alright, everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
Honey Bunny: Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every
  motherfucking last one of ya!
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese
  in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
Vincent: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck
  a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: Then what do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Jules: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Jules: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: We should have shotguns for this kind of deal.
Vincent: How many up there?
Jules: Three or four.
Vincent: That's countin' our guy?
Jules: Not sure.
Vincent: So that means there could be up to five guys up there?
Jules: It's possible.
Vincent: We should have fuckin' shotguns.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?
Brett: What?
Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT?
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Then you know what I'm saying!
Brett: Yes!
Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What, I-?
Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double
  dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time.
Brett: He's b-b-black...
Jules: Go on.
Brett: He's bald...
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
[Jules shoots Brett in shoulder]
Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?
Brett: No!
Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus
  Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
[Jules shoots the guy on the couch during Brett's interrogation]
Jules: Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration?
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
Butch: No, retard, from the fight.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Esmeralda: What is your name?
Butch: Butch.
Esmeralda: What does it mean?
Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Vincent: Want some bacon?
Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I
  wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a
  filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to
  disregard its own faeces.
Vincent: How about a dog? Dogs eats its own feces.
Jules: I don't eat dog either.
Vincent: Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely
  dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Vincent: Ah, so by that rationale, if a pig had a better personality, he would
  cease to be a filthy animal. Is that true?
Jules: Well we'd have to be talkin' about one charmin' motherfuckin' pig. I
  mean he'd have to be ten times more charmin' than that Arnold on Green Acres,
  you know what I'm sayin'?
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Jules: You know the shows on TV?
Vincent: I don't watch TV.
Jules: Yeah, but, you are aware that there's an invention called television,
and on this invention they show shows, right?
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
The Wolf: Maybe I can give you guys a ride. Where do you live?
Vincent: Redondo Beach.
Jules: Inglewood.
The Wolf: It's your future... I see a cab ride. Move out of the styx gentlemen.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
Mia: Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma
tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa
tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says,
Catch up.
		-- Pulp Fiction
%
André: Tu connais "Jacques a dit ?"
Angela: Oui, j'adore
André: Jacques a dit "Défonce moi ces trois connards"
[Angela les met par terre en un coup]
		-- Angel-A
%
Will Turner: [Gestures to drawing of key] You want me to find this?
Jack Sparrow: No. *You* want you to find this. Because the finding of this
  finds you incapacitorilly finding and/or locating in you discovering the
  detecting of a way to save your dolly belle, ol' whats-er-face.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Elizabeth Swann: We're not getting out of this.
Norrington: Not with the chest. Into the boat.
[takes chest]
Elizabeth Swann: You're mad.
Norrington: Don't wait for me.
[runs away from the longboat with the chest]
Jack Sparrow: Uh, I say we respect his final wish.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Jack Sparrow: You already have my payment. One soul to serve on your ship is
  already over there.
Davey Jones: One soul is not equal to another.
Jack Sparrow: Ah-ha! So, we've established my proposal as sound in principle.
  Now, we're just haggling over price.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Elizabeth Swann: There will come a time when you'll have the chance to do
  something courageous, to do the right thing.
Jack Sparrow: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Pintel: You know you can't read.
Ragetti: It's the Bible, you get credit for trying.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Jack Sparrow: Mr. Gibbs, it seems we have a need to travel upriver.
Gibbs: By "need" do you mean a trifling need, a fleeting need, more of a
  passing fancy?
Jack Sparrow: No, a... resolute and unyielding need.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Jack Sparrow: You cannot let him near the chest, man, trust me on this. You can
  mistrust me less than you can mistrust him. Trust me.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Gibbs: Where's the Commodore?
Jack Sparrow: He fell behind.
Gibbs: [solemnly] My prayers be with him.
[suddenly brightens]
Gibbs: Best not wallow in our grief!
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Jack Sparrow: Darling, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but through
  an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that had
  nothing whatsoever to do with me, poor Will has been press-ganged into
  Davy Jones's crew.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Gibbs: So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks?
Jack Sparrow: No, we don't have the key. We can't open whatever it is it
  unlocks, so what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be
  unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what
  unlocks it?
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Will Turner: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: What, indeed.
Gibbs: Well, the sea!
Pintel: Sums!
Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil.
Jack Sparrow: A woman.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Elizabeth Swann: It's real!
Norrington: My God. You actually were telling the truth.
Jack Sparrow: I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised.
Will Turner: With good reason.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Davey Jones: I wonder Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an
  innocent man - a friend - to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you
  roam free?
Jack Sparrow: ...Yep! I'm good with it. Shall we seal it in blood... er... ink?
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Jack Sparrow: Is this a dream?
'Bootstrap' Bill Turner: No.
Jack Sparrow: Thought not. If it were, there'd be rum.
		-- Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
%
Emily: Isn't the view beautiful? It takes my breath away.
  Well, it would if I had any.
		-- Corpse Bride
%
Victoria: What if Victor and I don't like each other?
Maudeline: Hmpf! As if that has anything to do with marriage. Do you suppose
  your father and I like each other?
Victoria: Surely you must, a little.
Maudeline, Finnis: Of course not!
		-- Corpse Bride
%
Finnis: If ever I see that Van Dort boy, I'll strangle him with my bare hands!
Maudeline: Your hands are too fat, and his neck is too thin. You'll have to use
  a rope.
		-- Corpse Bride
%
Victor: I want some questions!
Skull: Answers... I think you mean answers.
		-- Corpse Bride
%
Pastor Galswells: [holding the dead off] Begone, ye demons from Hell! Back to
  the void from whence you came!back... back... back You shall not enter here!
Skeleton: Keep it down, we're in a church!
		-- Corpse Bride
%
Emily: Maybe he does belong with her. Little Miss Living, with her rosy cheeks
  and beating heart.
		-- Corpse Bride
%
The Boss: They call him "the Fairy"...
Slevin: Why do they call him "the Fairy"?
The Boss: Because he's a fairy.
Slevin: What, he's got wings, he can fly, he sprinkles magic dust all over the
  place?
The Boss: [cutting Slevin off] He's a homosexual.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Elvis: The Boss wants to see you.
Slevin: Who?
Sloe: The Boss.
Slevin: Who's the Boss?
Sloe: The guy we work for. Sit
Slevin: Look. I'm not the guy you're looking for. I don't live here.
Sloe: Yeah well you look like the guy who lives here.
Slevin: Man, you don't know what the guy who lives here looks like.
Elvis: What he means to say is that you look like you live here.
Sloe: Yeah, that's what I mean to say.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
The Boss: [Showing a picture] This was my son. Notice how I said was? That's
  because he's dead. Relegated to the past tense. Went from an is to a was
  before he had his breakfast.
Slevin: Bummer.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
The Rabbi: You must be Mr. Fisher.
Slevin: Must I be? Because it hasn't been working out for me lately.
The Rabbi: But I'm afraid you must.
Slevin: Well if I must.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Brikowski: Who are you?
Slevin: Philosophically speaking?
Brikowski: Name.
Slevin: Rank, serial number?
Dumbrowski: You should really play ball kid.
Slevin: Really? You think I'm tall enough?
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Lindsey: I'm short for my height.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Slevin: I owe you $96,000, and I may have a slight problem coming up
  with the money.
The Boss: Oh, okay. Well, why don't we just make it an even 90?
Slevin: I... may have exaggerated the slightness.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Slevin: This isn't the first time this has happened, you know.
Lindsey: You mean this isn't the first time a crime lord asked you to kill the
  gay son of a rival gangster to pay off a debt that belongs to a friend whose
  place you're staying in as a result of losing your job, your apartment, and
  finding your girlfriend in bed with another guy?
Slevin: No, this is the first time THAT happened, but Nick has been painting me
  into corners since we were kids.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Lindsey: What happen to your nose?
Slevin Kelevra: I used it to break some guy's fist.
		-- Lucky Number Slevin
%
Fico: What illegal gambling?
Officer 1: We got two employees playing cards.
Fico: And that's illegal...
Officer 2: Oh, it's worse than that. It is a dangerous distraction to the
  masses.
Officer 1: "The opium of the people", Marx said.
The Writer: I thought Marx said religion was the opium of the people.
Officer 2: Marx said that, too.
The Writer: Karl or Groucho?
Officer 1: Cut the crap.
The Writer: ALSO and illegal gambling game!
		-- The Lost City
%
Mrs. Potato Head: [to Mr. Potato Head] I'm packing your extra pair of shoes,
  and your angry eyes just in case.
		-- Toy Story 2
%
Rex: I can't look. Could somebody please cover my eyes?
		-- Toy Story 2
%
Bo Peep: This is for Woody, when you find him.
[She gives Buzz a long kiss]
Buzz Lightyear: Um, okay, but it won't be the same coming from me.
		-- Toy Story 2
%
Rex: How do we get inside?
Buzz Lightyear: Use your head.
[the toys use Rex as a battering ram]
		-- Toy Story 2
%
Woody: Oh, you should have seen it. There was a record player. And a yo-yo.
  Buzz, I was a yo-yo.
Mr. Potato Head: Was?
		-- Toy Story 2
%
Buzz Lightyear: How about a quick roll call? Everybody here?
Mr. Potato Head: Not everybody.
Buzz Lightyear: Who's behind?
Slinky Dog: Mine...
[Slinky Dog's back half catches up with the group]
		-- Toy Story 2
%
Jessie: You callin' me a liar?
Woody: Well, if the boot fits.
Jessie: Say that again.
Woody: [slowly] If the boot-tah fits.
		-- Toy Story 2
%
[about the new curtains Jane bought]
Jane Smith: If you don't like them we can take them back.
John Smith: All right, I don't like them.
Jane Smith: [pause] You'll get used to them.
		-- Mr & Ms Smith
%
Jane Smith: There's this huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up
  with everything that we *don't* say to each other. What's that called?
Marriage Counselor: Marriage.
		-- Mr & Ms Smith
%
John Smith: [during a car chase] I never told you, but I was married once before
Jane Smith: [slams on the brakes]
John Smith: What's wrong with you?
Jane Smith: [hitting John] You're what's wrong with me John.
John Smith: It was just a drunken Vegas thing.
Jane Smith: Oh, that's better. That's *much* better.
[pause]
Jane Smith: What's her name and social security number?
John Smith: No, you're not gonna kill her.
		-- Mr & Ms Smith
%
Jane Smith: My parents died when I was five. I'm an orphan.
John Smith: Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?
Jane Smith: Paid actor.
John Smith: I said, I said I saw your dad on "Fantasy Island"!
		-- Mr & Ms Smith
%
Sondra Pransky: Oh, you always see the glass half empty.
Sid Waterman: No, I always see the glass half full. Of poison!
		-- Scoop
%
Sid Waterman: You're a pretty girl. You know, I think you could probably get
  this guy to get interested in you.
Sondra Pransky: Oh, you're silly...
Sid Waterman: Yeah, particularly if he's got a twisted mind.
		-- Scoop
%
Sid Waterman: I was in the lounge, I heard you drowning, I finished my tea and
  scones and came immediately!
		-- Scoop
%
Sid Waterman: You know not everything in the world is sinister...
  just practically everything.
		-- Scoop
%
Sondra Pransky: I wouldn't be surprised if he asked me to marry him someday.
Sid Waterman: You come from an orthodox family, would they accept
  a serial killer?
		-- Scoop
%
Sid Waterman: I don't know what you've been smoking, but don't try to bring it
  through customs.
		-- Scoop
%
Sondra Pransky: Why don't you think about this as adding some excitement
  to your life?
Sid Waterman: Sweeheart, excitement in my life is dinner without heartburn
  after it.
		-- Scoop
%
Sondra Pransky: Do you have a family?
Sid Waterman: I had a wife but sh... she dumped me if you can believe that.
Sondra Pransky: Somehow...
Sid Waterman: She thought I was immature and that I never grew up... I had a
  great rebuttal for her, I coulda nailed her, you know, but uh... I raised
  my hand, she would *not* call on me.
		-- Scoop
%
Ted Striker: My orders came through. My squadron ships out tomorrow. We're
  bombing the storage depots at Daiquiri at 1800 hours. We're coming in from
  the north, below their radar.
Elaine Dickinson: When will you be back?
Ted Striker: I can't tell you that. It's classified. 
		-- Airplane!
%
Rumack: You'd better tell the Captain we've got to land as soon as we can.
  This woman has to be gotten to a hospital.
Elaine Dickinson: A hospital? What is it?
Rumack: It's a big building with patients, but that's not important right now.
		-- Airplane!
%
Elaine Dickinson: You got a letter from headquarters this morning.
Ted Striker: What is it?
Elaine Dickinson: It's a big building where generals meet, but that's
  not important.
		-- Airplane!
%
Reporter: What kind of plane is it?
Johnny: Oh, it's a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the
  windows and wheels and it looks like a big Tylenol.
		-- Airplane!
%
Steve McCroskey: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
Steve McCroskey: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.
Steve McCroskey: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
Steve McCroskey: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
		-- At different times in Airplane!
%
Roger Murdock: Flight 2-0-9'er, you are cleared for take-off.
Captain Oveur: Roger!
Roger Murdock: Huh?
Tower voice: L.A. departure frequency, 123 point 9'er.
Captain Oveur: Roger!
Roger Murdock: Huh?
Victor Basta: Request vector, over.
Captain Oveur: What?
Tower voice: Flight 2-0-9'er cleared for vector 324.
Roger Murdock: We have clearance, Clarence.
Captain Oveur: Roger, Roger. What's our vector, Victor?
Tower voice: Tower's radio clearance, over!
Captain Oveur: That's Clarence Oveur. Over.
Tower voice: Over.
Captain Oveur: Roger.
Roger Murdock: Huh?
Tower voice: Roger, over!
Roger Murdock: What?
Captain Oveur: Huh?
Victor Basta: Who?
		-- Airplane!
%
Ted Striker: Surely you can't be serious.
Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.
		-- Airplane!
%
Rumack: Mr. Striker, the passengers are getting worse. You must land soon.
Ted Striker: Surely there must be something you can do.
Rumack: I'm doing everything I can... and stop calling me Shirley.
		-- Airplane!
%
Rumack: Captain, how soon can you land?
Captain Oveur: I can't tell.
Rumack: You can tell me. I'm a doctor.
Captain Oveur: No. I mean I'm just not sure.
Rumack: Well, can't you take a guess?
Captain Oveur: Well, not for another two hours.
Rumack: You can't take a guess for another two hours?
		-- Airplane!
%
Captain Oveur: You ever been in a cockpit before?
Joey: No sir, I've never been up in a plane before.
Captain Oveur: You ever seen a grown man naked? 
[...]
Captain Oveur: Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?
[...]
Captain Oveur: Joey, have you ever been to a Turkish prison?
		-- Airplane!
%
Elaine Dickinson: Would you like something to read?
Hanging Lady: Do you have anything light?
Elaine Dickinson: How about this leaflet, "Famous Jewish Sports Legends?"
		-- Airplane!
%
Male announcer: The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of
  passengers only. There is no stopping in a red zone.
Female announcer: The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading
  of passengers only. There is no stopping in a red zone.
Male announcer: The red zone is for immediate loading and unloading of
  passengers only. There is no stopping in a white zone.
Female announcer: No, the white zone is for loading. Now, there is no stopping
 in a RED zone.
Male announcer: The red zone has always been for loading.
Female announcer: Don't you tell me which zone is for loading, and which zone
  is for unloading.
Male announcer: Look Betty, don't start up with your white zone shit again.
  There's just no stopping in a white zone.
Female announcer: Oh really, Vernon? Why pretend, we both know perfectly well
  what this is about. You want me to have an abortion.
Male announcer: It's really the only sensible thing to do, if its done safely.
  Therapeutically there's no danger involved.
		-- Airplane!
%
Elaine: It takes so many things to make love last. But most of all, it takes
  respect, and I can't live with a man I don't respect.
		-- Airplane!
%
The Warlock: Why did you bring a cop to my command center?
John McClane: Command center? It's a basement.
		-- Live Free or Die Hard
%
Slacker Kid: Hey, Farrell, I just downloaded that new copy of Killzone, the
  one that's not out yet. You wanna play?
Matt Farrell: No, but good luck at the bad timing awards.
		-- Live Free or Die Hard
%
Matt Farrell: You know, you probably shouldn't antagonise them, seeing as they
  have these loaded guns
Lucy McClane: Why don't you try to dig a little deeper and find a bigger set of
  balls, because you're going to need them before we're through.
Matt Farrell: I know that tone. I'm just not used to hearing it from someone
  with... hair.
		-- Live Free or Die Hard
%
John McClane: Are you Matt Farrell?
Matt Farrell: No, he actually does not live here anymore.
John McClane: Then who are you?
Matt Farrell: My name is Daisy Duke. I took alot of crap for it as a kid to
  please do not add to the torment.
		-- Live Free or Die Hard
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Martian Translator Device: All green of skin... 800 centuries ago, their
  bodily fluids include the birth of half-breeds. For the fundamental truth
  self-determination of the cosmos, for dark is the suede that mows like a
  harvest.
General Decker: What the hell does that mean?
		-- Mars Attacks !
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How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.
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[At a traffic light]
What are you waiting for? The Lord don't have all day.
		-- The Reaping
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[At the Church's entrance]
Our Lord's a gentle Lord... but don't push it.
		-- The Reaping
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