[after Rachael kills Leon]
Deckard: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. It's part of the business.
Rachael: I'm not in the business... I am the business.
Sweet Sue: Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you!
Beinstock: Me? I'm the manager of the band, not the night watchman.
It would be well for your government to consider that having your ships and ours, your aircraft and ours, in such proximity... is inherently DANGEROUS. Wars have begun that way, Mr. Ambassador.Jeffrey Pelt
John Coffey: You know, I fell asleep this afternoon and had me a dream. I dreamed about Del's mouse.
Paul Edgecomb: Did you, John?
John Coffey: I dreamed he got down to that place Boss Howell talked about, that Mouseville place. I dreamed there was kids, and how they laughed at his tricks! My! I dreamed those two little blonde-headed girls were there. They 'us laughing, too. I put my arms around 'em and sat 'em on my knees, and there 'us no blood comin' outta their hair and they 'us fine. We all watch Mr. Jingles roll that spool, and how we did laugh. Fit to bust, we was.
Oh no! It's Baloo, that shiftless, two bit, jungle bum.Bagheera
Mel: Do you know what time it is?
Cher: A watch doesn't really go with this outfit, daddy.
[Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, Luther and Brandt have captured Lane in a glass box] Gentlemen, this is Solomon Lane. Mr. Lane, meet the IMF.Ethan Hunt
You'll play basketball my way. My way is hard.Coach Don Haskins
[to Spock] Are you out of your Vulcan mind?McCoy
But they showed no corrections of any kind. Not one. He had simply written down music already finished in his head. Page after page of it as if he were just taking dictation. And music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall.Salieri
Linda Moon: That's my manager, Roger.
Chili Palmer: He talks like that?
Linda Moon: He thinks he's black.
Hunter: How long's it gonna take?
Vossler: I don't know, sir.
Hunter: You know what's going on here?
Vossler: Yes sir.
Hunter: No I don't think you do. Let me explain it to you. If we launch, and we're wrong, what's left of Russia is gonna launch at us. There will be a nuclear holocaust beyond imagination, now it's all about knowing, Mr... Vossler. We have to know whether our order to launch has been recalled or not. The only way we're gonna know, is if you fix that radio, you understand?