You two are the most (expletive) up people I've ever met and I deal with fucked up people for a living.Tanner Bolt
You wanna waste my time? Okay. I call my lawyer. He's the best lawyer in Miami. He's such a good lawyer, that by tomorrow morning, you gonna be working in Alaska. So dress warm.Tony Montana
Skylar: You were hoping for a goodnight kiss.
Will: No, you know. I'll tell ya, I was hoping for a goodnight laid, but I'd settle for a good night kiss.
Skylar: [Bursts out laughing] How very noble of you.
Will: Thank you. But I was, you know, hoping for a good night kiss.
You worry about getting me what I want, I'll worry about myself.Javier Rodriquez
Tai Lung: You... you're just a big... fat... panda!
Po: I'm not a big fat panda. I'm *the* big fat panda.
Animal Mother: Freedom?
Animal Mother: You'd better flush out your head, new guy. This isn't about freedom; this is a slaughter. If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is "poontang".
Hamish: You'll move.
William Wallace: I will not.
Campbell: [Hands Hamish a large stone] He'll move.
[Hamish throws the stone barely missing Wallace. Wallace throws a small stone hitting Hamish between the eyes]
Hamish: I shoulda remembered the rocks.
William Wallace: Aye, you shoulda.
Your breasts, they're like melons. No, no, they're like pillows. Can I fluff your pillows?Chris McConnell
Reporter: Your dad played at Permian. What's it like to be the son of a local legend?
Don Billingsley: Next question.
Ken: Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Jimmy: She's ain't my girlfriend. She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken: I was not aware that there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Jimmy: You just have to look in the right places... brothels are good.
Ken: Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Jimmy: Thank you.
Pasha: The private life is dead - for a man with any manhood.
Zhivago: I saw some of your 'manhood' on the way at a place called Minsk.
Pasha: They were selling horses to the Whites.
Zhivago: It seems you've burnt the wrong village.
Pasha: They always say that, and what does it matter? A village betrays us, a village is burned. The point's made.
Zhivago: Your point - their village.
Your sister keep you warm at night, does she?Harvest Hand