John Dillinger was killed behind that theater in a hale of FBI gunfire. And do you know who tipped them off? His fucking girlfriend. All he wanted to do was go to the movies.


Bud Brumder: What is that smell? What am I sitting in?
Cindy: Relax. It's just urine.
Bud Brumder: Oh.

Elliot Wilhelm: When are you going to call me?
Chili Palmer: When your phone rings.

You were banished because you were clumsy?


[faces Shredder] Come on!


Scram, McFly. I'm cuttin' in.

Mark Dixon

Beth: That's very mature, Fenwick.
Fenwick: Fuck mature!

Number One, why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in? Number Two, why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemail and not have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist? Number Three, you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again or there'll be fucking hell to pay. I'm fucking telling you - Harry.


Kevin Lomax: In the Bible you lose. We're destined to lose dad.
John Milton: Well consider the source son.

Buzz Gunderson: Oh he's real abstract. He's hmm, he's different.
Jim Stark: That's right. That's right. I'm cute too.

Look, spaghetti arms. This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine. You gotta hold the frame.


He's a natural born world-shaker.


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