Andy: [hysterically] I should've let him look at my body! Don't I have a beautiful body? Don't I have a beautiful body?
Brandon Walsh: You've got a great body.
Andy: How many more years do I have before I get all fat? Before my hair falls out? Before I look like him?

Tiny: Wayne. How you doin'?
Wayne Campbell: Hey, Tiny, who's playing today?
Tiny: Jolly Green Giants and the Shitty Beetles.
Wayne Campbell: Shitty Beetles? Are they any good?
Tiny: They suck.
Wayne Campbell: Then it's not just a clever name.

Mary Boleyn: I didn't betray you. You do know that?
Anne Boleyn: All I know is that a man who didn't know who you were was with you in that room for a half-hour and came out completely besotted!

Ray Charles: I hear like you see. Like that hummingbird outside the window, for instance.
Della Bea Robinson: Can't hear her.
Ray Charles: You have to listen.
Della Bea Robinson: [closes her eyes] Yes!
Ray Charles: Yeah. Yes, you can... Uh-oh. Did you hear that?
Della Bea Robinson: What?
Ray Charles: Her heart just skipped a beat.

Lou Bloom: I'm starting a TV news business. I film breaking stories. Maybe you saw my item this morning, a fatal car jacking.
Rick: No, I mean, I don't have a TV.
Lou Bloom: Do you have a cell phone?
Rick: Yeah
Lou Bloom: Does it have GPS?
Rick: Yeah
Lou Bloom: Congratulations, you're hired.
Rick: Okay

You can put your weed in there.

Bongo Player

I told you to put one in his brain, not in his stinkin' face!

Tic-Tac

Louis Simo: Sad day, huh, boys? Tell you what's even sadder: calling it suicide when it's really murder. Why would the cops do that?
Funeral Reporter #1: Sing us a new song, Simo.
Louis Simo: What, you don't love me anymore? Two months ago, somebody drained all the fluid out of George Reeves's break lines. Almost bought it right then. Coincidence, right? I mean, LAPD don't make mistakes. Huh, Paterson? What's the truth? Huh, boys? Who wanted him dead? You guys might be lazy, but nobody said you're dumb.
Funeral Reporter #2: I need some names.
Louis Simo: What, you want me to write it for you, too?
Funeral Reporter #1: Hey, you got a story or not?
Louis Simo: You want names? Ask this guy.
[Gestures to Howard Strickling]
Louis Simo: . He's got the names. Names, pictures. What's he doing here? MGM never cut Reeves a check in his life. Huh? Come on. Do some work, will you? Hey, cameraboy. Lift the fuckin' camera, will you? There you go. Say cheese.

Rita: Are you drunk or something?
Phil: Drunk is more fun.

Ward Abbott: Can you really bring him in?
Conklin: I think we're past that, don't you? What, do you have a better idea?
Ward Abbott: Well, so far, you've given me nothing but a trail of collateral damage from Zurich to Paris. I don't think I could do much worse.
Conklin: Well why don't you go upstairs and book a conference room. Maybe you can talk him to death.

Cut me, Mick.

Rocky

Lucien Wilbanks: You wanted this case, well you've got it. It isn't easy saving the world even one case at a time, but you stick with it. You just might have a knack for it. Don't do what I did. Don't quit.
Jake Tyler Brigance: What are you talking about, quit. You're a hero Lucien.
Lucien Wilbanks: Hero my ass. Do you think the world needed me beating cops heads on that picket line. I was needed here. In that courtroom. And I let them push me, I gave them an excuse to kick me out and now I can never plead a case in there again. You can. You're an attorney. Be proud. You job is to find justice no matter how well she may hide herself from you. So you go on in there and you do your job.

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