You see that fella in the red sweater over there? His name's Donnie McCoy. Works a few of the protection rackets for Cunnaro when he's waiting for something better to happen. Donnie and I have known each other since we were six. Take a good look at that face, Floyd. Because if he ever finds out I can be beat by one lousy grifter, I'll have to kill him and every other hood who wants to muscle in on my Chicago operation.Doyle Lonnegan
John McClane: Does this shit have airbags?
Zeus: Your side does, I don't know about mine... McClane!
[Marty sees the outside of the Hill Valley High School in 1955]
Marty McFly: Whoa... they really cleaned this place up. Looks brand-new.
[Marty and Doc walk toward the building]
Dr. Emmett Brown: Now, remember - according to my theory, you interfered with your parents first meeting. If they don't meet, they won't fall in love, they won't get married and they won't have kids. That's why your older brother's disappearing from that photograph. Your sister will follow, and unless you repair the damage, you'll be next.
Marty McFly: Sounds pretty heavy.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Weight has nothing to do with it.
Let's start the hurley.Mike McDermott
He likes you Alan, you know why? Because you know nothing about his family.Sugarman
I , Jackie Moon, will wrestle a bear.Jackie Moon
Ellie Andrews: Aren't you gonna congratulate me?
Peter Warne: What for?
Ellie Andrews: Well, I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb.
Steven Connolly: What're you having for tea, Miss?
Sheba Hart: I don't know, I'll probably buy something on the way home.
Steven Connolly: Are you a good cook?
Sheba Hart: Not really.
Steven Connolly: You suck?
Sheba Hart: [turns around and notices Steven's sly grin] Go home, Steven.
Dr. No: One million dollars, Mr. Bond. You were wondering what it cost.
James Bond: As a matter of fact, I was.
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Is this heaven?
Ray Kinsella: No, it's Iowa.
Jack Foley: Is this your first time being robbed?
Jack Foley: You're doing great.
Principal SS Officer: You have the diary in your pocket.
Professor Henry Jones: You dolt. You think my son would be that stupid; he would bring my diary all the way back here?