[to his dad] You don't stop, you don't hide. You run.

Sam Witwicky

Lewis: Goob, I had no idea!
Bowler Hat Guy: Shut up! And don't call me "Goob"! How many evil villians do you know that can pull off a name like "Goob"? Bleh!
Lewis: Look, I'm sorry your life turned out so bad. But don't blame me you messed it up yourself. You just focused on the bad stuff when all you had to do was... let go of the past and keep moving forward...
Bowler Hat Guy: Hmm, let's see... take responsiblity for my own life or blame you? Dingdingdingdingding! Blame you wins hands down!

I, too, don't believe in drugs. For years I paid my people extra to stay away from that sort of stuff, but someone comes along saying, I've got powders where if you put up a three to four thousand dollar investment, you can make fifty thousand distributing, then there is no way to resist it. I want to keep it respectable.

Don Zaluchi

Luvven Coddle: I sense a, a yearning in you. A, a searching, almost, as if you're lost. You've been lost for a long, long time. Am I right? You found Jesus, Al.
Al Fountain: Why? Is he missing?

Rob: How does he do it, you ask. How does
[stops, whispers]
Rob: how does an average guy like me become the number one lover-man in his particular postal district? He's grumpy, he's broke, he hangs out with the musical moron twins...
[shrugs]

Cosmo Renfro: When I die, I wanna come back just like you.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Oh, you mean happy and handsome?

Jane Burnham: I don't think we can be friends anymore.
Angela Hayes: You're way too uptight about sex.
Jane Burnham: Just don't fuck my dad, all right? Please?
Angela Hayes: Why not?

Daredevil: Hey, how ya doing?
Jose Quesada: [Being strangled by the billy-club cable] Didn't you hear? I was acquitted.
Daredevil: Not by me.
Jose Quesada: Who made you judge?
Daredevil: Wh - You did.

Rabbi Jake Schram: Oy.
Father Brian Finn: Amen to your oy.

Dinner for two. Clothing optional.

Van Wilder

Mary: Do you have a nickel?
Frankie Valli: Yeah.
Mary: Call your mother, you're going to be home late.

But if it is a choice between Richmond and death, I choose death.

Virginia Woolf

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