Officer Michaels: McLovin?
Officer Slater: [pause] That's such a cool name.
Officer Michaels: I know. It sounds like a sexy hamburger.

[signing letter to Sister Encarnacion] Hug hug, kiss kiss, hug hug, big kiss, little hug, kiss kiss, little kiss.


Peter Parker: Remember Ben Parker?
Flint Marko: What does it matter to you anyway?
Peter Parker: Everything!

You are here because you some Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus lookin' mother (expletive). You will be going in as undercover high school students.

Captain Dickson

Landon: What are you doing here?
Jamie: I could ask you the same question.
Landon: Do you normally walk alone in cemeteries at night?
Jamie: Maybe.

Anton Chigurh: I'm looking for Llewelyn Moss.
Manager: Did you go up to his trailer?
Anton Chigurh: Yes, I did.
Manager: Well, I'd say he's at work. Do you want to leave a message?
Anton Chigurh: Where does he work?
Manager: I can't say.
Anton Chigurh: Where does he work?
Manager: Sir, I ain't at liberty to give out no information about our residents.
Anton Chigurh: Where does he work?
Manager: Did you not hear me? We can't give out no information.

I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back home. They're not much bigger than two meters.


Napoleon Dynamite: I like your sleeves. They're real big.
Deb: Thank you. I made them myself.
Napoleon Dynamite: So you and Pedro getting really serious now?

Alison Scott: I'm pregnant.
Ben Stone: With a baby?

Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.
Fabienne: Blueberry pie.
Butch: OK, maybe not that fast...

You have spilled my macchiato.

Jean Girard

There's a fly in the ointment. Shit's hittin' the fan. The lion will speak!

Saul Silver

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