Well, the abs are fab and it's gluteus to the maximus here at the Far Far Away royal ball. The carriages are all lined up as the cream of the crop pours out of them like Miss Muffet's curds and whey.


Christopher: How long are you in town for?
Marisa: I'm not sure.
Christopher: You always stay at the Beresford?
Marisa: Sometimes I feel like I live there.

Ethan Hunt: The Syndicate is real. A rogue nation, trained to do what we do.
Benji Dunn: An anti-IMF.

Donna: There were three guys around the same time...
Tanya: You shady lady!

Robert Langdon: [during a very bumpy ride in a jeep] Jesus!
Sir Leigh Teabing: Apropos.

[adjusting the collar of Guido's suit] You're a world class liar, darling. Go out there and lie for Italy. Lie for Italia.

Liliane La Fleur

Jay: Maybe he's got a message on him, like in Con Air.
Rufus: Aww, man, did that movie suck!
Jay: [hiding behind silent Bob] Kill it, kill it!
Rufus: Con Air, Con Shit!

Kit: You couldn't be more wrong if you called it a Canadian Goose.
Ace: I'll give you a Canadian Goose.

This'll shoot the fleas off a dog's back at five hundred yards, Tannen, and it's pointed straight at your head!


Bobby Shatford: Skip, what are we gonna do about those numbers? They suck.
Captain Billy Tyne: The boys are talking? About how I lost it? Billy Tyne's lost it? Things get a little slow they're ready to draw and quarter you. I didn't think you would go along with them.

No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!


Luke: Hey Biggs, I told you I'd make it.
Biggs: It'll be like old times, they'll never stop us.

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