Miles Logan: Put your hands on the Oodles of Noodles.
Tulley: Chicken or beef?
Miles Logan: Chicken.

T.S. Quint: [Reading the break-up letter that Renee gave Brodie] Woah, she calls you "callow" in here.
Brodie: You say that like it's bad.
T.S. Quint: It means frightened and weak-willed.
Brodie: Really? Shit. That was the only part of the letter I thought was complimentary.

See you later, irrigator.

Bond

Sell my guitars? Would you tell Picasso to sell his guitars?

Dewey Finn

Jay: Silent Bob stole the schematics from some foolish carpenter and found a weakness just like the fucking Death Star. You knock this crossbeam out and, fuckin' bickety-bam, the whole stage comes crashing down.
Brodie: Well we were thinking of something simple, but hey, if you want to destroy the stage, we're all for that.

Alex: So, I hear you're a real dope rapper.
Jimmy Smith Jr: Who told you I was a "dope rapper?"

Kumar: So where you going to go now, Neil?
Neil Patrick Harris: [puts on sunglasses] Wherever God takes me!

Sometimes, I like to hold a midget.

Doughboy

Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here and help me take him in the house!

Sam Baines

Coach Norman Dale: Five players on the floor functioning as one single unit: team, team, team - no one more important that the other.

That's a Smith & Wesson, and you've had your six.

James Bond

The worst vice is advice.

John Milton

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