Bruno: Drill Sergeant: Your finger's in my alley.
Brüno: Not yet.

Why would my picture wind up on a missing person's website?

Nathan

Roy O'Bannon: I'm so lost, Chon. Ninety percent of the time I don't even know what I'm doing out here in the West.
Chon Wang: No, you're a good outlaw.
Roy O'Bannon: Stop, please. I'm a screw-up.

Don Lockwood: Now Lina, you've been reading all those fan magazines again! Now look Lina, you shouldn't believe all that banana oil Dora Bailey and the columnists dish out. Now try to get this straight: there is nothing between us. There has never been anything between us. Just air.
Lina: Oh, Donny, you don't mean that.

Ray: A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves. The disproportionate, I meant. I heard of Billy Chase offed on Fantasy Island. I think somebody offed on Time Bandits. I suppose they must get really sad about like being really little and that people looking at them, laughing at them, calling them names. You know, short arse. There's another famous midget. I miss him but I can't remember. It's not the R2D2 man; no, he's still going. I hope your midget doesn't kill himself. Your dream sequence will be fucked.
Chloë: He doesn't like being called a midget. He prefers dwarf.
Ray: This is exactly my point! People going around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf. Of course you're going to blow your head off.

Federal Reserve Guard 2: [on phone] Listen, front desk, I need help I'm completely surrounded...
Simon Gruber: Hey, just relax mate, maybe you'll live through this.

Deng: The entire rebel army has put a bounty on your head.
Sam Childers: Then I must be doing something right.

Bone: You got business here, Rookie?
Jake Hoyt: I'm here for Alonzo.

Elle: You're beaking up with me because I'm too... blonde?
Warner Huntington III: Well, no. That's not entirely true...
Elle: Then what? My boobs are too big?

[to Zuko, after Aang has escaped] It was not by chance that for generations people have been searching for him, and now you have found him. Your destinies are tied, Zuko.

Uncle Iroh

Dan: [impersonating a woman in a chat room] DDW: wait have 2 type with 1 hand am cumming right now... ohohohohoh ohoho hohohohoh ohohohoo hohoooo ooooooooooo oooo oooooooo oooooooooo oooooo oooooo+_*&^%$£!£$%&*&*^%&^%$££D!$ %^&**&**&&*12 3038948485 75us7sjc7d78s8 7o/s8 78us uiu7sbom/
Larry: DOC9: was it good?
Dan: DDW: no

So, imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." So Charlie thinks to himself, "Well, shit, I did do a pretty good job." End of story. No Bird. That to me is an absolute tragedy. But that's just what the world wants now. And they wonder why jazz is dying.

Terence Fletcher

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