Phil Parma: Do you know that every other word you use is either 'shit', 'fuck', 'balls' or 'cocksucker'?
Earl Partridge: Could you do me a personal favor?
Phil Parma: Go fuck myself?
Earl Partridge: You got it.

That... was *epic.*

Kim Pine

Dante Hicks: She was supposed to meet Brad Michaelson in a dark bedroom. She picked the wrong one. She didn't even know I was at the party.
Randal Graves: Oh my God.
Dante Hicks: Great story, huh?
Randal Graves: That girl was vile to you.

Big Red ran the show, man. We were just flying ignorami, for sobbing out loud.

Darcy

Harry: Well, really, the way I see it it's all your fucking fault now isn't it? You try to rob someone with blanks in your gun and he gets the jump on you, takes your gun away and shoots the blanks in your face blinding you, so he had to get pretty close to do that. It's your own fault for being such a big gay fairy now isn't it?
Eirik: I thought you wanted to kill him.
Harry: I do. But that still doesn't mitigate the fact that you’re a fucking pansy, now, does it?

Eugene Kittridge: I think we've lost enough agents for one night.
Ethan Hunt: You mean I've lost enough agents for one night.
Eugene Kittridge: You seem hell-bent on blaming yourself, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Who else is left?
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah. I see your point.

Gray: [during an Indominus Rex attack] We need more.
Claire: More what?
Gray: We need more teeth.

You're so full of shit, you're gonna float away.

Axel

If he were any dumber, I'd have to water him.

Crissy Lynn

Lydia: They don't want to come down.
Otho: Why not?
Lydia: I think the reason is that they were trying to scare you away, and you didn't get scared.
Delia: Please, they're dead. It's a little late to be neurotic.

Grant: Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you.
John McClane: I got enough friends.

Inspector Cobb: We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
John McClane: Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.

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