James Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Auric Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!

Colonel Vogel: Throw down the gun or the girl will die.
Professor Henry Jones: But she's one of them.
Elsa: Indy, please!
Professor Henry Jones: She's a Nazi.
Indiana Jones: What?
Professor Henry Jones: Trust me.

We jumped out a wiiiiindooooow

Baymax

Look what I'm not cleaning up.

Maggie Witzky

Only God can judge us now.

Col. Claus von Stauffenberg

TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!

Bluto

Nothing is impossible, Mr. Angier. What you want is simply expensive.

Nikola Tesla

Old age. It's the only disease, Mr. Thompson, that you don't look forward to being cured of.

Bernstein

Store Clerk: Hey, freeze bitch!
Mike Lowrey: [as he points the gun her way, in a flash Mike and Marcus stop arguing and point their guns at his head] YOU freeze, bitch!
Store Clerk: Oh shit, I'm fucked.
Mike Lowrey: Now back up, put the gun down, and get me a pack of Tropical Fruit Bubblicious.
Marcus Burnett: And some Skittles.

Yes, I killed him. I killed him for money - and a woman - and I didn't get the money and I didn't get the woman. Pretty, isn't it?

Walter Neff

Quite a large and economically diverse crowd here at the Michelob Invitational.

Announcer

Harry Sanborn: Some people consider rap poetry.
Erica Barry: C'mon, how many words can you rhyme with bitch?

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