I absolve you of all your sins. Now get the fuck out.Padre Benito del Toro
That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.Duke
Chad: Okay, so, my watch is 7:45 Mountain Standard Time. Are we synced?
Chad: All right. Then we're on a go mode for lunch period. Exactly 12:05.
Taylor: Yes, Chad. We're a go. But we're not Charlie's Angels, okay?
Chad: I can dream, can't I?
Graham Hess: We don't have his medicine. Don't be afraid, Morgan. We'll slow this down together. Feel my chest. Feel it moving in and out. Breathe like me. Breathe like me. Come on.
Bo: I dreamed this.
Graham Hess: Stay with me. I know it hurts. Be strong baby. It'll pass. It'll pass.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, God!
Roman Castevet: God is dead! Satan lives!
Mai? Asian chick? Likes to kick people? Yeah, last time I saw her, she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft with an SUV up her ass.John McClane
Jack Vincennes: Karen, this is Sid Hudgens of Hush-Hush Magazine.
Sid Hudgens: Hellooooo, Karen!
Jack's Dancing Partner: Hello yourself!
[interrogation] Reciprocity, Mr. Hudgens, is the key to every relationship.Captain Dudley Smith
Barbara: I don't get it, I mean where all the other dead people in the world?
Adam: Maybe this is heaven.
Barbara: In heaven there wouldn't be dust everywhere.
So, you wanna play?Hit Girl
Padme: Please don't look at me like that.
Anakin: Why not?
Padme: Because it makes me feel uncomfortable.
Anakin: Sorry my lady.
So once he's done with the firstborn, Loki takes his friend Bartleby out for a post-slaughter drink. And over many rounds, they get into this discussion about whether or not murder in the name of God is okay. Now, Bartleby can run circles around Loki intellectually, not to mention that Loki's already half in the bag. And in the end, Bartleby convinces Loki to quit his position and take a lesser one that doesn't involve slaughter. So - very inebriated - Loki tells God he quits, throws down his fiery sword, and gives Him the finger. Which ruins it for the rest of us, because from that day forward, God decreed that all angels could no longer imbibe alcohol. Hence all the spitting.Metatron