Deckard: Have you felt yourself to be exploited in any way?
Zhora: Like what?
Deckard: Well... well, like to get this job. I mean, did... did you do, or... or were you asked to do anything lewd... or unsavory, or... or, otherwise repulsive to your... your person, huh?
Zhora: [laughs] Are you for real?

I sense great fear in you, Skywalker. You have hate. You have anger. But you don't use them.

Count Dooku

Yoda: Master Qui-Gon. More to say have you?
Qui-Gon Jinn: With your permission, my master, I have encountered a vergence in the Force.
Yoda: A vergence, you say?
Mace Windu: Located around a person?
Qui-Gon Jinn: A boy. His cells have the highest concentration of midi-chlorians I have seen in a life-form. It was possible he was conceived by the midi-chlorians.
Mace Windu: You refer to the prophecy of The One who will bring balance to the Force. You believe it's this boy?

Elsa: It's perfectly obvious where the pages are. He's given them to Marcus Brody.
Professor Henry Jones: Marcus? You didn't drag poor Marcus along did you? He's not up to the challenge.
Walter Donovan: He sticks out like a sore thumb. We'll find him.
Indiana Jones: The hell you will. He's got a two day head start on you, which is more than he needs. Brody's got friends in every town and village from here to the Sudan, he speaks a dozen languages, knows every local custom, he'll blend in, disappear, you'll never see him again. With any luck, he's got the grail already.

Biff Tannen: Hold on. Let's get this straight. Marty is YOUR kid, not mine. And all the money in the world wouldn't do jack shit for that lazy bum!
Lorraine Baines: Stop it, Biff, just stop it!
Biff Tannen: Look at him. He's a butthead just like his old man was.
Lorraine Baines: Don't you dare speak that way about George! You're not even half the man he was.

I saved Latin. What did you ever do?

Max Fischer

Claire: You know, you look a lot better without all that black shit under your eyes.
Allison Reynolds: Hey, I like all that black shit... Why are you being so nice to me?
Claire: Because you're letting me.

Can anybody step in for this guy? Anybody, for Mr. Motherfucking March of Dimes?

Sidney Deane

Charlie Bartlett: [passes a note to Susan] Hi, I'm Charlie Bartlett
Susan Gardner: [replies on a new piece of paper] Yeah, I know.

Stacy Hamilton: When a guy has an orgasm, how much comes out?
Linda Barrett: A quart or so.

[about the Heir of Slytherin]
Hermione: I wonder who it could be?
Ron: [sarcastic puzzlement] Let's think... who do we know that thinks all Muggle-borns are scum?
Hermione: If you're talking about Malfoy...
Ron: Of course, Malfoy. You heard what he said. "You'll be next, Mudblood"!

Twilight, what did we talk about in class? Throw it through her, not at her.

Russell Gettis

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