Hannibal Lecter: Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling?
Hannibal Lecter: Enthrall me with your acumen.
Clarice Starling: It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims.
Hannibal Lecter: I didn't.
Clarice Starling: No. No, you ate yours.

Metatron: However, if you should decide to stop being selfish and accept your responsibility, you won't be alone. You'll have support.
Bethany: What, more angels?
Metatron: Prophets. Two of them. The one who speaks - and he will, at great lengths, whether you want him to or not - will make mention of himself as a prophet. The other one... well, he's the quiet type, but he'll be helpful just the same.

Commander Lock: If it were up to me, Captain, you wouldn't set foot on a ship for the rest of your life.
Morpheus: Then I am grateful that it is not up to you.

Megamind: This will be the last you ever see of... Roxanne Ritchi! Huh?
Metro Man: Don't panic, Roxy... I'm on my way!
Roxanne Ritchi: I'm not panicking.
Megamind: [smirking] You have to find her first, Metro Man!
Roxanne Ritchi: We're at the coastline observatory!
Megamind: No, no! Don't listen to her!

You're not ashamed of me. You're really ashamed of yourself. Tell Lulu, easy on the chronic.

Korean Mother

It’s that clown that’s been datin’ my sister, little man smurf.


I want the warheads ready in an hour!


John Bridger: I'm sending you something.
Stella Bridger: Does it smell nice?
John Bridger: No. But it's sparkly.
Stella Bridger: [sounding slightly angry] Does it have a receipt?

Marie: The point is, he just spent $120 on a new nightgown for his wife. I don't think he's ever gonna leave her.
Sally Albright: No one thinks he's ever gonna leave her.
Marie: You're right, you're right, I know you're right.

President George Bush: Frank, please consider filling a post I'm creating. It may mean long hours and dangerous nights, surrounded by some of the scummiest elements in our society.
Lt. Frank Drebin: You want me to be in your cabinet?

[thinking Marty is an alien]
Sherman Peabody: It's already mutated into human form. Shoot it!
Old Man Peabody: [firing shotgun at barn] Take that, you mutated son of a bitch!

[a co-worker of Anna's asks her out] Keep moving, cheesedick.

Malcolm Crowe

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