Cliegg Lars: It was just before dawn. They came out of nowhere. A hunting party of Tusken Raiders. Your mother had gone out early, like she always did, to pick mushrooms that grow on the vaporators. From the tracks, she was about halfway home when they took her. Those Tuskens walk like men, but they're vicious, mindless monsters. Thirty of us went out after her. Four of us came back. I'd be with them, only... after I lost my leg I just couldn't ride any more... until I heal. I don't want to give up on her, but she's been gone a month. There's little hope she's lasted this long.
Owen Lars: Where are you going?
Anakin: To find my mother.
Cliegg Lars: Your mother's dead, son. Accept it.

What's that? Didn't hear ya. Your breath was so bad it made my ears numb!

Vanellope von Schweetz

So let me get this straight. The party started at eight. Why are we going to a bar at ten?

Rob

Danny: Why do they always paint hallways that color?
Rusty: They say taupe is very soothing.

Virgil Malloy: Doesn't this guy believe in fresh air?
Rusty Ryan: He opens the second floor window every now and then.
Virgil Malloy: What does that mean?
Rusty Ryan: It means he opens the second floor window every now and then.

All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

Margo

Will: How can you live with yourself watching people die right next to you?
Sylvia: You don't watch. You close your eyes.

President McKenna: What is that?
William Stryker: A jet.
President McKenna: What kind of jet?
William Stryker: We don't know-but it comes out of the basketball court.

Taya Renae Kyle: Hello?
Chris Kyle: Baby?
Taya Renae Kyle: Baby I can't hear you!
Chris Kyle: I'm ready. I'm ready to come home. I'm ready to come home baby!

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted.
Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don't want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I mean, who in their right mind in a choice between pancakes and living chooses pancakes?
Dr. Jules Hilbert: Harold, if you pause to think, you'd realize that that answer is inextricably contingent upon the type of life being led... and, of course, the quality of the pancakes.

Get off my lawn!

Walt Kowalski

Peter Parker: Spider-Man wasn't trying to attack the city, he was trying to save it. That's slander.
J. Jonah Jameson: It is not. I resent that. Slander is spoken. In print, it's libel.

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