It's that damn Hansel! He's so hot right now

Mugatu

Frank: I take it you didn't like it at Sunset Manor?
Sheryl: Frank...
Grandpa: Are you kidding me? It was a fucking paradise. They got pool... They got golf... Now I'm stuck with Mr. Happy here, sleeping on a fucking sofa. Look, I know you are a homo and all, but maybe you can appreciate this. You go to one of those places, there's four women for every guy. Can you imagine what that's like?
Frank: You must have been very busy.
Grandpa: Ho oh. I had second degree burns on my johnson, I kid you not.
Frank: Really?
Grandpa: Forget about it.

I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance, tomorrow morning ill get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.

Nicky Santoro

Brigitta: I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw!
Kurt: Brigitta, you shouldn't say that!
Brigitta: Why not? Don't you think it's ugly?
Kurt: Of course, but Fraulein Helga's was ugliest.

They don't get it. I can be invisible too.

Edwin

Arthur: Bitterman?
Arthur: Why are you shaving?
Bitterman: Because Robin doesn't have a beard.
Arthur: I can see your tummy.

Hey Kenney, you bastard. It's you and I.

Charley Bowdre

Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with Samurai swords.

O-Ren Ishii

He was even dumber than you. He couldn't even write his whole name. "X," that's what it ought to say on that goddamn headstone, just like our apartment. One big lousy "X"... condemned by order of City Hall.

Ratso Rizzo

Ray Kinsella: I bet it's good to be playing again, huh?
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Getting thrown out of baseball was like having part of me amputated. I've heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that been dust for over fifty years. That was me. I'd wake up at night with the smell of the ball park in my nose, the cool of the grass on my feet... The thrill of the grass.

I've been thinking. Tomorrow it will be twenty-eight years to the day that I've been in the service. Twenty-eight years in peace and war. I don't suppose I've been at home more than ten months in all that time. Still, it's been a good life. I loved India. I wouldn't have had it any other way. But there are times when suddenly you realize you're nearer the end than the beginning. And you wonder, you ask yourself, what the sum total of your life represents. What difference your being there at any time made to anything. Hardly made any difference at all, really, particularly in comparison with other men's careers. I don't know whether that kind of thinking's very healthy; but I must admit I've had some thoughts on those lines from time to time. But tonight... tonight!

Colonel Nicholson

Angela Holden: So you're like... ransom.
Julie Beckley: That's hot.
Zack Mazursky: It's ok. Its like another story to tell my grandchildren
Julie Beckley: Stolen boy.

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