Victor Von Doom: Do really think fate turned us into gods so we could refuse these gifts?
Susan Storm: Victor, you *always* thought you were a god. Now back off.
Victor Von Doom: Susan, let's not fight.
Susan Storm: No, lets.
Victor Von Doom: Susan... YOU'RE FIRED!

Lydia Harris: Do I need to worry about you, Bob?
Bob: Only if you want to.

You gotta be a moron... you gotta be a "moron" to wanna be a fighter.

Rocky

I've been looking for you, lone star.

Rayon

Indiana Jones: Stay behind me, Short Round. Step where I step, and don't touch anything.
Short Round: I step where you step! I touch nothing!

I want you, Evan Baxter, to build an ark.

God

Mace: We should split up.
Harvey: I'm not sure that's such a good idea...
Mace: You're probably right. We might get picked off one at a time by aliens.

HEY, HEY, HEY! That's mine! Hey, take those headphones off, right now!

Peter Quill

Without it, there will be a complete breakdown of social order!

Mr. Krabs

I wanna kiss ya-ya don't have to kiss me back if ya don't feel like it.

Rocky

Jane, since I've met you I've noticed things that I never knew were there before; birds singing, dew glistening on a newly formed leaf, stoplights.

Frank

Richie: I wrote a suicide note.
Chas: You did?
Richie: Yeah, right after I regained consciousness.

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