[as Peter leaves to confess to Lumbergh] Peter... watch out for your cornhole, man.Lawrence
Nobody's killing anybody. Not while I'm around.Dwight McCarthy
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?John Keating
Melvin Purvis: What keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?
John Dillinger: Coffee.
Harry Potter: Had ourselves a little late night snack, did we?
Ron Weasley: It was on your bed, the box, I just thought I'd try one.
Harry Potter: Or twenty.
Rick O'Connell: I. Really. Hate. Mummies.
Evelyn O'Connell: I think the feeling is mutual.
Will you tell me something? Have you come because you need my help to save a certain distressing damsel? Er... rather damsel in distress? Either one.Jack Sparrow
Esteban Vihaio: [after telling the Bride where Bill is] Bill is like a son to me. You know why I help you?
The Bride: No.
Esteban Vihaio: He would want me to.
The Bride: Now that I don't believe.
Esteban Vihaio: How else is he going to see you again?
Lewis: One man and a kid. You've got to be fucking joking. This all the rebels they put up?
Reese: I'm not liking it.
En-Joo: You're in the jungle, pussnuts. There's nothing to like
Senator Amidala: I'm not going to die in childbirth, Anakin. I promise you.
Anakin Skywalker: No, I promise you.
George Llewelyn Davies: Excuse me, is he bothering you, sir? My brother can be an extremely irritating sort of person.
J.M. Barrie: Ah, Prince George, I take it. And what precisely is um...
J.M. Barrie: What did you say your name was?
Michael Llewelyn Davies: Michael.
J.M. Barrie: What precisely is Michael's crime?
George Llewelyn Davies: He's my younger brother.
J.M. Barrie: Ah, fair enough. Sorry lad, I cannot free you.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: That's all right.
David Mills: Why us?
Mark Swarr: He says he admires you.