I'm BA, and you're gonna be unconcious.

Sgt. Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus

Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.

James Bond

[after Donloe's vault is hacked] I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day. Just mail him his clothes.

Eugene Kittridge

Q: I'm your new quartermaster.
James Bond: You must be joking.

Ray Kinsella: So what do you want?
Terence Mann: I want them to stop looking to me for answers, begging me to speak again, write again, be a leader. I want them to start thinking for themselves. I want my privacy.
Ray Kinsella: No, I mean, what do you WANT?
[Gestures to the concession stand they're in front of]
Terence Mann: Oh. Dog and a beer.

Mowgli: Oh, Baloo, I wanna stay with you.
Baloo: Certainly, you do.
Bagheera: Oh? And just how do you think he will survive?
Baloo: "How do you think he will... " What do you mean how do you think he... He's with me, ain't he? And I'll learn him all I know.
Bagheera: Oh? That shouldn't take too long.

Maude Lebowski: Does the female form make you uncomfortable, Mr. Lebowski?
The Dude: Uh, is that what this is a picture of?
Maude Lebowski: In a sense, yes. My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal which bothers some men. The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. Vagina.
The Dude: Oh yeah?
Maude Lebowski: Yes, they don't like hearing it and find it difficult to say whereas without batting an eye a man will refer to his dick or his rod or his Johnson.
The Dude: Johnson?

Capt. Ramsey: You do qualify your remarks. If someone asked me if we should bomb Japan, a simple "Yes." By all means sir, drop that fucker, twice! I don't mean to suggest that you're indecisive, Mr. Hunter. Not at all. Just, uh... complicated. 'course, that's the way the Navy wants you. Me, they wanted simple.
Hunter: Well, you certainly fooled them, sir.

[Killer whales are menacing the adelies and Mumble perched on a buoy]
Ramón: They're making us appetizers!
Néstor: They're appe-teasing us! Ha, ha, ha! Oh, we're gonna die.

[talking of Juan Trippe] He owns Pan-Am. He owns Congress. He owns the Civil Aeronautics Board. But he does not own the sky.

Howard Hughes

Well end your suffering little man. Why don't you pack up your gear and clear out of here?


I got some bootie! I got some bootie! It was good, too.

Thurgood Jenkins

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