Dr. Emmett Brown: Then tell me, "Future Boy," who's President in the United States in 1985?
Marty McFly: Ronald Reagan.
Dr. Emmett Brown: [laughs] Ronald Reagan. The actor? Then who's VICE-President? Jerry Lewis!
Paul Edgecomb: My wife made it to thank you.
John Coffey: For what, boss?
Paul Edgecomb: [points to his groin] You know.
John Coffey: Oh, was she pleased?
Paul Edgecomb: Yeah. Several times.
Rafael: Fun, right?
Blu: Yea. Fun.
Rafael: Flying is not what you think up here, it's what you feel in here [pointing to Blu's heart].
Rafael: And when you feel the rhythm of your heart, you fly. [Takes off flying] Woo-hoo-hoo!
I've known some pretty strange women in my time but this one, she's got the final word on strange.The Spirit
Capt. Ramsey: I have the con. Gimme the missile key.
[Hunter does nothing, Ramsey punches him in the face]
Capt. Ramsey: Gimme the missile key Mr. Hunter!
[Ramsey punches Hunter in the face again]
Capt. Ramsey: I am the commander of this ship! Gimme the goddamn key!
Enjoy your fright.Bob
Senator Stern: Our priority here is to have you turn over the Iron Man weapon to the American people.
Tony Stark: Well, you can forget it. We're safe. America is secure. You want my property - you can't have it! But I did you a big favor.
[stands and turns to face the Senate gallery]
Tony Stark: I have successfully privatized world peace.
[He flashes the peace sign, to standing applause]
Boys, oh boys... I think he's come back for his noon feeding.Hooper
Annie Savoy: [narrating] I believe in the Church of Baseball. I've tried all the major religions, and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there's no guilt in baseball, and it's never boring... which makes it like sex. There's never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn't have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I'd never sleep with a player hitting under .250... not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. You see, there's a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I've got a ballplayer alone, I'll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. 'Course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks it's foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. 'Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball - now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God's sake? It's a long season and you gotta trust. I've tried 'em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary-Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful. Port, hut!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Prepare to mount!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Mount!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Port, hut! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pray!
Recruits: [chanting] This is my rifle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Order, hut! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: At ease! Good night, ladies.
Recruits: Good night, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [to the watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.
Professor Henry Jones: I didn't know you could fly a plane.
Indiana Jones: Fly, yes. Land.... no.
I gave you the chance of aiding me willingly, but you have elected the way of pain.Saruman