If I didn't know you better, I'd swear you had some class!

Louise Coleman

The Joker: Who's this loss?
Bob the Goon: This is Knox, the reporter.
The Joker: Bad tie.

Leonard Shelby: I don't think they'd let someone like me carry a gun.
Teddy: I fucking hope not.

Prime Minister: Right. So, not quite as secret as we'd hoped.
Natalie: Right. What should we do?
Prime Minister: Smile. Give a little bow. Wave.

I'm sure that in 1985 plutonium is available in every corner drugstore, but in 1955 it's a little hard to come by.

Dr. Emmett Brown

[on phone] Tell Dr. Cox I have the new keys!
[Osbourne hangs up, and picks up a hatchet]

Osborne Cox

Female Reporter: Inspector!
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: Yes.
Female Reporter: Yes, what is your initial premise?
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: That Gluant did not want to be killed. Everthing else follows like liquid mercury flowing down a - a - a sloping thing.
Female Reporter: How long do you think it will take to find the killer?
Inspector Jacques Clouseau: Right now the killer is being surrounded by a web of deduction, forensic science and the latest in technology such as two-way radios and e-mail.

Deckard: Taffey!
[flashes badge]
Deckard: I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Taffey Lewis: Blow.
Deckard: You ever buy snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey?
Taffey Lewis: All the time, "pal".
Deckard: [flashes picture of Zhora] You ever see this girl, huh?
Taffey Lewis: Never seen her. Buzz off!
Deckard: Your licenses in order, pal?
Taffey Lewis: [to bartender] Hey Louie, the man is dry. Give him one on the house, OK?
Taffey Lewis: [to Deckard] See ya!

Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me, Santa! Fuck me, Santa!


Why the hell didn't we do that?


Allllllrighty then.


I was born a poor black child.

Navin R. Johnson

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