General Murray: I can't make out whether you're bloody bad-mannered or just half-witted. T.E. Lawrence: I have the same problem, sir.

Mac: This ain't gonna be easy.
Indiana Jones: Not as easy as it used to be.

Why do you think your moves are so grand and noble and I'm always the idiot piece of shit!


For relaxing times... make it Suntory time.


Constantine: My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!
Dominic Badguy: You mean our names, right?
Constantine: Of course. My name first, then space bump, space bump, space bump, your name...

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.

Zeus: So what's up with that L.A. thing? You famous or something?
John McClane: Yeah, for about five minutes.
Zeus: Don't tell me. Rodney King, right?
John McClane: Fuck you.

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

I created you, but I might not survive you.


[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.

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