Luke: I don't know, I just think Dr. Marrow's up to something. And you know what, I'm going to find out. Right after I check on Theo that is. I wonder how she's doing.
Eleanor "Nell" Vance: Doing or wearing?
Luke: Yeah no kidding. Did you see what she had on yesterday? Hey I definitely got a soft spot for Theo.

Go to sleep! Why won't you just go to sleep!


John Doe: [to Mills] She begged for her life...
William Somerset: Shut up!
John Doe: She begged for her life and...
William Somerset: Shut up!
John Doe: She begged for her life... and the life of the baby inside her.
William Somerset: [punches him]
John Doe: Oh... he didn't know.

Do you know how hard it is to find a quality man in Los Angeles?


Brad Neary: I don't understand these fractions.
Roy Neary: What's one third of sixty?
Brad Neary: That's a fraction, I don't understand them.
Roy Neary: Alright, let's say that this boxcar is sixty feet long, OK?, and one third of it is across this switch here, alright... And now another train is coming... Now, how far do you have to move this boxcar so that the other train doesn't smash it? Quickly Brad, there are thousands of lives at stake... Brad any answer...

Johnny Blaze: My daddy once said, "If you don't make a choice, the choice makes you."
Roxanne Simpson: Yea, why do your choices always keep us apart?

Dr. David Marrow: Ok, so why are we here? Probably to answer the most basic question: "What is wrong with you people?"

[one of Alex's muffins is embedded in the door]
Bosley: What do you call this?
Dylan: Chinese fighting muffin.
Bosley: That's not funny. A friend of mine took a fighting muffin in the chest; they sent him home in four Ziploc bags.

[after Rachael kills Leon]
Deckard: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business.
Rachael: I'm not in the business... I am the business.

Sweet Sue: Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you!
Beinstock: Me? I'm the manager of the band, not the night watchman.

While you were in space, I created a way for us to make huge sums of legitimate money, and still maintain the ethics and the business practices of an evil organization. I have turned us into talent agency; the Hollywood Talent Agency.

Number 2

Linda Moon: That's my manager, Roger.
Chili Palmer: He talks like that?
Linda Moon: He thinks he's black.

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