General George Armstrong Custer: I'm a failure.
Larry Daley: No, you're not.
General George Armstrong Custer: No? Did you lead 208 Americans to their deaths in the Battle of Little Bighorn?

Make it personal. See what the Capitol did to District 12.

Plutarch Heavensbee

Bob: I was feeling tight in the shoulders and neck, so I called down and had a Shiatsu massage in my room...
Charlotte: Mmm, that's nice!
Bob: And the tightness has completely disappeared and been replaced by unbelievable pain.

Bartender: We don't have beer. Just tequila.
Ned Nederlander: What's tequila?
Bartender: Uh, it's like beer.

Ellen Griswold: I think I broke my nose.
Rusty Griswold: I stabbed my brain.
Audrey Griswold: I just got my period.

Ian: Herd, circle formation!
[the other deer surround Boog]
Ian: That's an oval, idiots! More... circular.

Susan Storm: Johnny, you were at 4,000 Kelvin. Any hotter, and you're approaching supernova.
Johnny Storm: Sweet!
Susan Storm: No, not sweet. That's the temperature of the sun.
Reed Richards: Not only could you kill yourself but you could set fire to the Earth's atmosphere and destroy all human life as we know it.
Johnny Storm: Got it. Supernova - bad.

[to Roxanne] I've been watching you, like a dingo watches a human baby...

Hal

[narrating] They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop. Ex-blade runner. Ex-killer.

Deckard

Miles Raymond: Hey, what should I wear?
Jack: I don't know, something casual but nice. They think you're a writer.

[Referring to Fury] It's my home.

Wardaddy

I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, it's possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon.

Kasper Gutman

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