Dante Hicks: No. I have to leave early to pick up Caitlin. In which case, you're going to have to lock up the store tonight.
Randal Graves: All right, but you're missing out. Chicks with dicks!

Harry: Dragons? That's the first task? You're joking!
Hagrid: Poor Ron nearly fainted when he saw them.
Harry: Ron was here?
Hagrid: Yeah. His brother Charlie had to bring them down from Romania. Didn't he tell you?
Harry: No he didn't. He didn't tell me anything.

Louis Simo: Excuse me. You the Times?
Times Reporter: I'm the Times.
Louis Simo: You're the Times? What do you think about Superman offing himself and cutting his beloved fiancee out of the picture, leaving the green to Eddie Mannix's wife? Huh? Like she needs the dough? "Hell hath no fury," huh! I mean, people get killed for less than that.
Times Reporter: You saying George Reeves was murdered?
Louis Simo: It's a heck of a question.
Times Reporter: What's your name?
Louis Simo: Louis Simo. S-I-M-O.

Rufus T. Firefly: Not that I care, but where is your husband?
Mrs. Teasdale: Why, he's dead.
Rufus T. Firefly: I bet he's just using that as an excuse.
Mrs. Teasdale: I was with him to the very end.
Rufus T. Firefly: No wonder he passed away.
Mrs. Teasdale: I held him in my arms and kissed him.
Rufus T. Firefly: Oh, I see, then it was murder. Will you marry me? Did he leave you any money? Answer the second question first.

Barbara Covett: When we met - had it already begun?
Sheba Hart: [pause] Yes.
Barbara Covett: Had you had any further elations that day?
Sheba Hart: We - we went to the art room.
Barbara Covett: Well I'm glad I was such an aphrodisiac, I was trying to help you

Jake: [faking accent to guy in restaurant] Hey. How much for the little girl? How much for the women?
Father: What?
Jake: Your women. I want to buy your women. The little girl, your daughters... sell them to me. Sell me your children.

Susan Storm: I understand. I'm not angry.
Reed Richards: Good.
[turns around starts to walk away. Steps into an invisible force field]
Susan Storm: I'm not finished yet!
Reed Richards: [turns around, speech is muffled by the force field] Please continue.

Grandfather: It's your nose, you know. Fans are funny that way, they take a dislike to things. They'll pick on a nose.
Ringo: Aw, you pick on your own.

Ray Castro: Hey Sugarfoot! How do you like your new place?
[all the agents Laugh]
Eduardo Ruiz: This is not what my lawyers negotiated.
Montel Gordon: Fuck your lawyers. You aren't getting any cappuccino or Biscotti either. You don't like it, call 1-800-CRIMINAL.

That's not Yankee dancing - that's Devil Rays dancin'!

Ben

With no power comes no responsibility.

Dave Lizewski

My boy Dale is at the Reno Correctional Facility. He's got some clarity issues. Did some home invasion, sodomy-torture type stuff; wrote a lot of bad checks.

Margie Turlock

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