Hunter: Captain, National Military Command Center knows what sector we're in. They have satellites looking down on us to see if our birds are aloft and if they're NOT, then they give our orders to somebody else. That's why we maintain more than one sub, it's what they call redundancy!
Capt. Ramsey: I know about redundancy, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: All I'm saying... all I'm saying Captain, is that we have backup. Now it's our duty, not to launch until we can confirm.
Capt. Ramsey: You're presuming we have other submarines out there, ready to launch. Well as Captain, I must assume our submarines could've been taken out by other Akulas. We can play these games all night, Mr. Hunter, but, uh, I don't have the luxury of your presumptions.

This is Ohio. If you don't have a brewski in your hand you might as well be wearing a dress.


Gummi bears!


At the risk of stating the obvious, you're insane.


Le Fleur: Want to prove you are not a cop? Shoot him.
Miles Logan: No problem.

Coach Norman Dale: First of all, let's be real friendly here, okay? My name is Norm. Secondly, your coaching days are over.
George: Look, mister, there's... two kinds of dumb, uh... guy that gets naked and runs out in the snow and barks at the moon, and, uh, guy who does the same thing in my living room. First one don't matter, the second one you're kinda forced to deal with.
Coach Norman Dale: Translate. That some sort of threat?

Lloyd: Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
Jack Torrance: Words of wisdom, Lloyd, my man. Words of wisdom.

Mrs. Murphy: We got two honkies out there, dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants.
Matt Murphy: Say what?
Mrs. Murphy: They look like they're from the CIA, or somethin'.
Matt Murphy: What they want to eat?
Mrs. Murphy: The tall one wants white toast, dry, with nothin' on it.
Matt Murphy: Elwood.
Mrs. Murphy: And the short one wants four whole fried chickens, and a Coke.
Matt Murphy: And Jake. Shit, the Blues Brothers.

Look at the size of that graduated cylinder!

Steve "Fink" Finklestein

May God have mercy on Anne's soul.

King Henry VIII

I can not promise you riches. What I can offer you the chance to save the world one case at a time.

Lucien Wilbanks

Johanna Mason: You guys look amazing.
Katniss Everdeen: Thank you.
Johanna Mason: My stylist is such an idiot. District 7, lumber. Trees. Ugh. I'd love to put an axe on her face. So what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?
Katniss Everdeen: The whole world doesn't...
Johanna Mason: I wasn't talking to you.
Katniss Everdeen: Okay.
Johanna Mason: [Approaches Peeta] Unzip, please.
Johanna Mason: Thanks. Let's do it again sometime.
Haymitch Abernathy: Thank you. Johanna Mason, District 7.

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