Curtis: Well, the Sister was right. You boys could use a little churching up. Slide on down to the Triple Rock, and catch Rev. Cleophus. You boys listen to what he's got to say.
Jake: Curtis, I don't want to listen to no jive-ass preacher talking to me about Heaven and Hell.
Curtis: Jake, you get wise. You get to church.

I didn't know we had a pool!

Mary

Plutarch Heavensbee: Listen to me, no one else can do this but her.
President Coin: She won’t be able to handle it. The Games destroyed her.

Aunt Beru: Where are you going?
Luke: Looks like I'm going nowhere... I have to go finish cleaning those 'droids.
Aunt Beru: [after Luke leaves] Owen, he can't stay here forever, most of his friends have gone. It means so much to him.
Uncle Owen: Well, I'll make it up to him next year, I promise.
Aunt Beru: Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him.
Uncle Owen: That's what I'm afraid of.

Every time you get hit, feels like I'm getting' hit too.

Mae Braddock

Chloe, your voice didn't sound Aguilerian at all!

Aubrey

Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

The Architect

[in a letter] My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn't go up to Cambridge. She's doing nurses' training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance. She says she's beginning to get the full grasp of what she did and what it meant. She wants to come and talk to me.

Cecilia Tallis

Watto: How are you going to pay for all this?
Qui-Gon Jinn: I have 20,000 Republic dataries.
Watto: Republic credits? Republic credits are no good out here. I need something more real.
Qui-Gon Jinn: I don't have anything else [waves hand] but credits will do fine.
Watto: No, they won't.
Qui-Gon Jinn: [waves hand again] Credits will do fine.
Watto: No, they won't-a. What? You think you're some kind of Jedi, waving your hand around like that? I'm a Toydarian, mind tricks don't work on me. Only money. No money, no parts, no deal!

David Seville: [in the car with the chipmuncks] What?
Simon: We're talking chipmuncks, Dave. We can get out of a cat carrier. It's not even hard.

Ripley: Whenever he says *anything* you say "right," Brett, you know that?
Brett: Right.
Ripley: Parker, what do you think? Your staff just follows you around and says "right". Just like a regular parrot.
Parker: Yeah, shape up. What are you some kind of parrot?
Brett: Right.

Toll Road: They say you killed more people than the plague. Why were you in prison?
Doc: Tax evasion

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