Fred Jung: Money isn't real, George. It doesn't matter. It only seems like it does.
Young George: Are you gonna tell Mom that?
Fred Jung: Yeah, that's gonna be a tricky one.
It was all that Dan Marino's fault, everyone knows that. If he had held the ball, laces out, like he was supposed to, Ray would never have missed that kick. Dan Marino should die of gonorrhea and rot in hell. Would you like a cookie, son?Mrs. Finkle
Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.Mel
Gretchen: Well, I mean you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you.
Cady: I wouldn't?
Gretchen: Right. Oh, and it's the same with guys. Like, you may think you like someone, but you could be wrong.
[seeing Jesse smiling at Ms.Edmonds, bends down] Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer.Leslie Burke
I want targets. Do your fucking jobs. Bring me people to kill.George
Aragorn: I swore to protect you.
Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself?
Hey, I started out mopping the floor just like you guys. But now... now I'm washing lettuce. Soon I'll be on fries; then the grill. And pretty soon, I'll make assistant manager, and that's when the big bucks start rolling in.Maurice
What's up with it, Vanilla face? Me and my homie Azamat just parked our slab outside. We're looking for somewhere to post up our Black asses for the night. So, uh, bang bang, skeet skeet, nigga. Just a couple of pimps, no hos.Borat
Gwen Stacy: [Answering phone] Hi.
Spider-Man: Hey, where are you?
Gwen Stacy: Peter, hi. I'm at Oscorp.
Spider-Man: You have to get out of there right now. Ok?
Gwen Stacy: The antidote is cooking.
Spider-Man: No, no, no. Connors is on the way. He's coming to you right now.
Spider-Man: He needs the dispersement device. He's gonna infect the while city!
Gwen Stacy: There's eight minutes left.
Spider-Man: You're gonna wait there for eight minutes after what I just told you? People are gonna die! You leave right now. That is an order, ok?
Gwen Stacy: I'm gonna get everybody out.
Spider-Man: Did you hear wh-
Spider-Man: Gwen! Gwen! You Mother Hubbard. Are you serious?
Honey Horne: Take me, Garth!
Garth: Where? I'm low on gas and you need a jacket.
Jake: [Looking at stick figure drawing] Who's that?
Janey: It's my mother.
Jake: You have her eyes.