Veronica Loughran: All right, who's leading this mob?
Woolen Cap Smoker: That guy.
Veronica Loughran: Hold it! Let's see some credentials. SLOWLY. You're a Chewley's Gum Representative? And you're what? Stirring up all this anti-smoking sentiment to sell more gum? GET OUT OF HERE! And you people, don't you have jobs to go to? Get out of here, go commute! Bunch of easily-led automatons. Try thinking for yourselves before you pelt an innocent man with cigarettes!
Woolen Cap Smoker: Uhhhh... pack of cigarettes?
Thorin Oakenshield: Fili, don't be a fool. You belong with the Company.
Fili: I belong with my brother!
Elaine Miller: This is not some ignorant mother you're speaking to. I know all about your decadence and I should not have let him go. He's not ready for your world of compromised values and diminished brain cells that you throw away like confetti. Am I speaking to you clearly?
Russell Hammond: Yes ... yes, ma'am.
Why don't we get you out those wet clothes, and into a dry martini.Barry Badrinath
Willie: You could have kept it.
Indiana Jones: Nah, it would of just been another rock collecting dust.
Willie: Yeah, but it would have given you your fortune and glory.
Marvin Boggs: I remember the Secret Service being tougher.
Victoria: Me too.
Robbie Turner: I'm sorry, you weren't meant to see that. It was the wrong version.
Cecilia Tallis: What was in the right one?
Robbie Turner: It was...
Cecilia Tallis: Not so anatomical?
Wanda: I want you to know something Otto.
Wanda: Even if you were my brother I'd still want to fuck you.
Rocco: I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.
Donna: What? Why?
Rocco: I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.
Sylvia: You mean you bring other girls up here?
Kirkeby: Certainly not! I'm a happily married man.
Morgan: Man, I can't believe you brought Skylar here when we're all fucking bombed and been drinking. What the fuck is she gonna think about us?
Will: Yeah, Morgan, it's a real rarity that we'd be out drinking.
Susan Storm: You were at 4,000 degrees Kelvin! You were approaching Super-Nova!
Johnny Storm: Sweet!
Susan Storm: No, not "sweet"! That's the heat of the sun!
Reed Richards: You could kill yourself, other people, and burn up the atmosphere, ending all human life as we know it.
Johnny Storm: Got it. Super-Nova bad.