Some men are coming to kill us. We're going to kill them first.Bond
I'm going to help you rediscover your manhood. Do you have any idea where you could have lost it?Jacob
Sidney Prescott: Oh, my God. Randy I thought you were dead.
Randy: I probably should be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin.
William Stryker: My name is Major William Stryker. You boys tired of running? Tired of denying your true nature?
Victor Creed: Why do you care?
William Stryker: Oh I care. I care because I know how valuable you are. I'm putting together a special team, with special privileges. So tell me, how would you like to really serve your country?
The Boy-Who-Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Do you want to know what really happened thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love. You see, when sweet, dear, Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, it provided him with the ultimate protection, I could not touch him. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter, things have changed. I CAN TOUCH YOU... NOW! Astounding what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?Voldemort
Fred Haise: It hurts when I urinate.
Jim Lovell: Well, you're not getting enough water.
Fred Haise: No, I'm drinkin' my rations, same as you... I think old Swigert gave me the clap. Been pissin' in my relief tube.
Jim Lovell: Well, that'd be a hot one at the debriefing for the flight surgeons... Another first for America's spacemen.
[translating for Nell to the court] You have big things. You know big things. But you don't look into each other's eyes. And you're hungry for quietness.Jerry
So, now we all live together in New York. I myself, am a master of the custodial arts. Or a janitor, if you wanna be a dick about it.Thurgood Jenkins
Rufus T. Firefly: Oh, uh, I suppose you would think me a sentimental old fluff, but, uh, would you mind giving me lock of your hair?
Mrs. Teasdale: A lock of my hair? Wh-why, I had no idea.
Rufus T. Firefly: I'm letting you off easy: I was going to ask for the whole wig.
Hud: Please tell me she lives on the ground floor.
Rob Hawkins: 39th.
David: No. Tell me now.
SofÃa: I'll tell you later.
David: If something's wrong please tell me now.
John Clasky: Just do it or I'll light my hair on fire and start punching myself in the face!
[Walks away, reconsiders]
John Clasky: That probably wasn't the best way to get make myself clear, was it?