Harry Bright: Bugger.
Sam Carmichael: My sentiments exactly.

My city, I can not deny her. My city screams. She is my mother. She is my lover, and I am her Spirit.

The Spirit

Ray Kinsella: What are you grinning at, you ghost?
Shoeless Joe Jackson: If you build it...
[nods toward John Kinsella]
Shoeless Joe Jackson: ... HE will come.

[after explaining to Aladdin that he can grant any wish his heart desires] You ain't never had a friend like me!


Trufflehunter: [after fighting with Nikabrik in Trufflehunter's house and knocking down a bowl of soup] Look what you made me do!
Trufflehunter: Spent half the morning on that soup...
Prince Caspian: What are you?
Trufflehunter: You know, it's funny that you should ask that. You'd think more people would know a badger when they see one.
Prince Caspian: No, I mean you're Narnians. You're supposed to be extinct.
Nikabrik: Sorry to disappoint you.

This is just like CSpan, except I'm not bored.


You were lookin' for that third three, but you forgot that Professor Green folded on Fourth Street and now you're representing that you have it. The DA made his two pair, but he knows they're no good. Judge Kaplan was trying to squeeze out a diamond flush but he came up short and Mr. Eisen is futilely hoping that his queens are going to stand up. So like I said, the Dean's bet is $20.

Mike McDermott

Strange things are afoot at the Circle-K.


Edward Lewis: You can't charge me for directions!
Vivian: I can do anything I want to baby, I ain't lost.

Norman Burroughs: So... you're saying we should split up?
Dr. Finch: In order to reach that conclusion, Norman, I would need to see both you and Deirdre on a regular and disciplined basis, for five hours a day.
Deirdre Burroughs: I'm available, Doctor Finch.
Norman Burroughs: Five hoursa day?! I can't do that! I have to work!
Deirdre Burroughs: See, Doctor Finch, I told you. I'm married to a narcissist.
Dr. Finch: Norman, if I'm willing to clear my schedule to save your marriage, but you're not... then get out! Leave this office, go home, and start dividing your books and your record albums.
Norman Burroughs: This is bullshit. This is really fucking bullshit.
[Doctor Finch begins writing in his notebook.]
Norman Burroughs: What're you writing?
Dr. Finch: "Norman Burroughs is homicidal. He is an unapologetic alcoholic. He is dangerous and a threat to himself, his wife, and his child."

Ray's Boss: Do you know what your problem is?
Ray Ferrier: I could think of a couple of women that'd be happy to tell ya.

Dalton Russell: You're too fucking smart to be a cop.
[He points a gun at Frazier]
Dalton Russell: Now get the fuck out of here.
Keith Frazier: What? You gonna shoot me? Go ahead, shit, you got nothing to lose, I damn sure got nothing to lose, so go ahead, shoot me. Shoot me.
Dalton Russell: [pause] Fuck you. Tell them to send someone sane over here.

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