C'mon, he's insane. Look. Right now he's probably dancing around in his grandma's panties, yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter.

David Mills

I don't want to go back into my stinking book.


Exact science, Mr Angier, is not an exact science.

Nikola Tesla

Jim: Do you know I was thinking?
Selena: You were thinking that you'll never hear another piece of original music ever again. You'll never read a book that hasn't already been written or see a film that hasn't already been shot.
Jim: Um, that's what you were thinking.
Selena: No. I was thinking I was wrong.
Jim: About what?
Selena: All the death. All the shit. It doesn't really mean anything to Frank and Hannah because... Well, she's got a Dad and he's got his daughter. So, I was wrong when I said that staying alive is as good as it gets.
Jim: See, that's what I was thinking.
Selena: Was it?
Jim: Hmm. You stole my thought.
Selena: Sorry.
Jim: It's okay. You keep it.

We had a report of a possible kidnapping. You haven't been kidnapped today, have you?


Satan: How come you always want to make love to me from behind? Is it because you want to pretend I'm somebody else?
Saddam Hussein: Satan, your ass is gigantic and red. Who am I going to pretend you are, Liza Minelli?

Marty McFly: Doc! Doc! Come quick!
Young Doc: What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Marty McFly: You're not far off.

It is dangerous! You know, there's nothing more off-putting in a wedding than a priest with an enormous erection, yech!


Topper Harley: We both know you belong with Dexter. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. I'm no good at being noble, but... do you have any idea what would happen if you stay here with me?
Ramada Rodham Hayman: Of course I do. Sex. Wild, free, passionate, unbridled sex. I would fondle you in ways you can't imagine. I would pleasure you at any time, in any place, in any way, for as long as you could possibly desire.

Steve: Ro-ads. Ro-ods.
Mike: Quiet back there! I've taken enough guff from you for one day!

How much money do we have left?

David Mills

Scaramanga: A duel between titans. My golden gun against your Walther PPK -- each of use with a fifty-fifty chance.
Bond: Six bullets to your own?
Scaramanga: I only need one.
Bond: Sounds a bit old fashioned, doesn't it? I mean, pistols at dawn, that sort of thing.
Scaramanga: Indeed it is, Mr. Bond. But it still remains the only true test for gentlemen.
Bond: I doubt if you qualify on that score.

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