You're a girl that doesn't ask a guy what to do...


He was even dumber than you. He couldn't even write his whole name. "X," that's what it ought to say on that goddamn headstone, just like our apartment. One big lousy "X"... condemned by order of City Hall.

Ratso Rizzo

Hey, man, you've got a serious attitude problem.

Biker at Phone Booth

Stanley Goodspeed: Anyway, I only got one chem round, there's two left... Mason?
John Mason: Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to talk in here.

The President of the United States has been shot.

Angie Jones

Ricky Walsh: Next, 14 dumptrucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island. Fourteen! Jesus! Somebody starting a construction company?
Joe Lambert: No, it's John's landlady - gonna clean up his apartment.

J.D.: Wanna go out tonight? Catch a movie? Miniature golf?
Veronica Sawyer: I was thinking more along the lines of slitting Heather Duke's wrists open, making it look like suicide.
J.D.: Ah, now you're talking. I can be up for that. I've already started underlining meaningful passages in her copy of Moby Dick, if you know what I mean.

Damn it, Bones, you're a doctor. You know that pain and guilt can't be taken away with a wave of a magic wand. They're the things we carry with us, the things that make us who we are. If we lose them, we lose ourselves. I don't want my pain taken away! I need my pain!


Big Red: This season should've been gravy, ok? I handpicked the squad, I delivered an idiot-proof routine... Now, Platter... nationals, hello?
Torrance Shipman: Don't you mean a stolen routine?
Big Red: Don't be so naive, Torrance. Look, the truth is I was real hitter, ok? I did what I had to do to win a nationals. And ever since I handed the reins over to you, you've run my squad straight into the ground! If I made any mistake as a squad leader, it wasn't borrowing cheers. It was announcing you as my successor.

Ana Pascal: Did you like the cookies?
Harold Crick: Yes. Thank you for forcing me to eat them.

Brad, your sister's turning into a fox!

Brad's Bud

Butch Cassidy: Once they divide up, we take them no trouble, right?
Sundance Kid: Maybe.
Butch Cassidy: Boy, for a gunman, you sure are a pessimist.

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