[scolding Billy in the hallway] Making fun of a kid for trying to read! Are you psycho? Do you not have a soul?

Veronica Vaughn

Mr. Chow: You gonna fuck on me?
Alan Garner: Nobody's gonna fuck on you! I'm on your side! I hate Godzilla! I hate him too! I hate him! He destroys cities! *Please*! This isn't your fault. I'll get you some pants.

Howard Purnell: You have embarrassed this office. You will be facing a review from the office of professional responsibilities.
Nick Memphis: Sir, I don't, I don't feel embarrassed. A force recon marine scout sniper disarmed me 3 weeks out of the academy, if anything I feel lucky to be alive.

People say that it can't work, black, white, here we make it work everyday. We still have our disagreements, of course, but before we reach for hate, always, always, we remember the Titans.

Older Sheryl

Wolverine: You going to tell me to stay away from your girl?
Cyclops: If I had to do that, she wouldn't be my girl.
Wolverine: Well, then I guess you've got nothing to worry about, do ya, Cyclops?
Cyclops: It must burn you up that a boy like me saved your life, huh? Gotta be careful. I might not be there next time. Oh, and Logan - stay away from my girl.

Maroni's Mistress: It's too loud in here, we can't hear each other talk.
Salvatore Maroni: What makes you think I want to hear you talk?

It's a strip club, man. I'm here to work!

Billy Bob

Mini-me, we do not gnaw on the kitty.

Dr. Evil

Luke: So, what do you think of her, Han?
Han Solo: I'm tryin' not to, kid.
Luke: Good.
Han Solo: [baiting him] Still, she's got a lot of spirit. I don't know, whaddya think? You think a princess and a guy like me...
Luke: [quickly] No.

Davy Jones: You are neither dead nor dying. What is your purpose here?
Will Turner: [quickly] Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt.
Davy Jones: What is your purpose here?
Will Turner: Jack Sparrow? Sent me to settle his debt?

[talking about Uncle Ben]
Peter Parker: I can't help thinking about... the last thing I said to him. He tried to tell me something important, and I threw it in his face.
Aunt May: You loved him. And he loved you. He never doubted the man you'd grow into; how you were meant for great things. You won't disappoint him.

Cal Hockley: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.

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