[as she enters the hospital, about to go into labor] It feels like I'm shitting a knife!

Angie Ostrowiski

Drake: I'm not far from dragging you out of the car and beating you to dust.
Steve: You should work up to that, kinda leaves you nowhere to go.

Okay, you're helping. We'll use your pictures. Ah! These *are* gonna be - you know, I'm sorry, these are going to be a help. I should have looked at these pictures before. I like this, uh, this is our first hotel room, right? That'll intimidate Trotter. Here's one of me from behind. And I didn't think I could feel worse than I did a couple of seconds ago. Thank you. Ah, here's a good one of the tire marks. Could we get any farther away? Where'd you shoot this, from up in a tree? What's this over here? It's dog shit. Dog shit! That's great! Dog shit, what a clue! Why didn't I think of that? Here's one of me reading. Terrific. I should've asked you along time ago for these pictures. Holy shit, you got it, honey! You did it! The case cracker, me in the shower! Ha ha! I love this! That's it!

Vincent Gambini

Valentine McKee: STAMPEDE! Stampede, Earl! Get out of the way, get out of the way!
Earl Bassett: You dumb shit. I was in a stampede once. Five hundred head, all hell-bent for the horizon.
Valentine McKee: Now, exactly how many cattle are required for a stampede, Earl? Is it three or more? Is there a minimum to 'pede?
Earl Bassett: I wish they'd stampede up your ass.

Inigo Montoya: Where is this Count Rugen now, so I may kill him?
Fezzik: He's in the castle with the prince. But the castle gate is guarded by 30 men!
Inigo Montoya: How many do you think you could handle?
Fezzik: I don't think more than 10.
Inigo Montoya: Leaving 20 for me?

Some people never got over Vietnam or the night their band opened for Nirvana. I guess I never got over Charlie.


A-ca-huddle, now!


Barbara Sabich: You're still in love with her.
Rusty Sabich: It was never love.
Barbara Sabich: Then what was it?
Rusty Sabich: It was never love.

John McClane: Hey, can you pick locks?
Zeus: Is this one of those black things again?

Liz: You hang out with my friends? Sorry, a failed actress and a twat?
Shaun: Well, that's a bit harsh.
Liz: Your words!
Shaun: I did NOT call Dianne a failed actress!

Dr. Jean Grey: I think you'll be comfortable here.
Wolverine: Where's your room?
Dr. Jean Grey: With Scott, down the hall.
Wolverine: Is that your gift? Putting up with that guy?
Dr. Jean Grey: Actually, I'm telekinetic. I can move things with my mind.
Wolverine: Really? What kind of things?
Dr. Jean Grey: [shuts closet doors behind him with her mind] All kinds of things. I also have some telepathic ability.
Wolverine: Like the Professor?
Dr. Jean Grey: Nowhere near that powerful. But he's teaching me to develop it.
Wolverine: I'm sure he is. So read my mind.
Dr. Jean Grey: I'd rather not.
Wolverine: C'mon. You afraid you might like it?
Dr. Jean Grey: I doubt it.

Thank you very fucking much, Mr. Mason, you've led us into a room with no exit.

Commander Anderson

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