Reese Feldman: [to a drug dealer] Coke: It costs *money*. Planes: they cost money. This yacht, this perm, my kid's braces: it all costs money.
[pointing at his mistress]
Reese Feldman: Do you think Kitty's free?
Kitty: What?

Trinity: I know why you're here, Neo. I know what you've been doing... why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer. You're looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn't really looking for him. I was looking for an answer. It's the question that drives us, Neo. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.
Neo: What is the Matrix?
Trinity: The answer is out there, Neo, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to.

Officer Caroline: What kind of a machine bends a stalk of corn without breaking it?
Graham Hess: It can't be by hand, it's too perfect.

You know how women lie.

Skinny Dubois

Catwoman: We need to talk. You see, you and I have something in common.
The Penguin: Sounds familiar. Appetite for destruction? Contempt for the czars of fashion? Wait, don't tell me... naked sexual charisma.
Catwoman: Batman. The thorn in both our sides. The fly in our ointment.
The Penguin: Ointment! Scented or unscented?

When are you people going to learn? It's not about who's right or wrong. No denomination's nailed it yet, and they never will because they're all too self-righteous to realize that it doesn't matter what you have faith in, just that you have faith. Your hearts are in the right place, but your brains need to wake up.

Serendipity

Katharine: [in the bathroom, after the door hits him Jeff in the face] Jeff...
Jeff: Yeah?
Katharine: Go play with your dick.

Stephanie: I'm sick of guys who ain't got their shit together!
Tony Manero: Well, all ya need is a salad bowl, and a potato masher, and you got your shit together!

Mr. Smith: What are we doing here, tonight?
Mr. Earl Brooks: We drive around until we see someone we think we might enjoy killing...
Mr. Smith: Can it be somebody that I know?
Mr. Earl Brooks: [laughs] No. You never kill someone you know. It's the easiest way to get caught.

Can we dial down the boobies?

Damon Schmidt

Jimmy Smith Jr: Man that's all we ever do is talk shit.
[imitating Sol]
Jimmy Smith Jr: We need to get fine bitches and fat rides,
[imitating DJ]
Jimmy Smith Jr: No, what weed to do is put our money in savings bonds,
[imitating future]
Jimmy Smith Jr: No! what we need to do is put our songs on JLB. Man shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nuttin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.

Banky: Stop the movie? What are you, crazy?
Jay: All these assholes on the internet are calling us names because of this stupid fucking movie.
Banky: That's what the internet is for. Slandering others anonymously. Stopping the flick isn't gonna stop that.
Jay: This isn't fair. We came to Hollywood, I fell in love. Fuckin', we got shot at, we stole a monkey, and I got punched in the motherfucking nuts by a guy named Cock-Knocker.
Banky: You know what? I feel for you boys, I really do, but Miramax - you know, Miramax Films - paid me a shitload of money for Bluntman and Chronic. So it occurs to me that people badmouthing you on some website, is NONE OF MY FUCKING CONCERN.
Silent Bob: Oh, but I think it is... We had a deal with you, on the comics remember, for likeness rights, and as we're not only the artistic basis, but also obviously the character basis, for your intellectual property, Bluntman and Chronic. When said property was optioned by Miramax Films, you were legally obliged to secure our permission to transfer the concept to another medium. As you failed to do that, Banky, you are in breach of the original contract, ergo you find yourself in a very actionable position.
Jay: Yeah.

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