Lieutenant Joyce: I'm sorry, Sir. I thought you were the enemy.
Commander Shears: Well, I'm an American, if that's what you mean.

Meg: Open the door so I can give her the shot.
Burnham: If we open the door you'll shoot us!
Meg: So give her the shot yourself!

I guess you're not home.


Can we dial down the boobies?

Damon Schmidt

Crying Drunk Girl: Thush bezt tea weveram sisu gizem chext ear!
[subtitled translation: This is the best party ever! I'm so gonna miss you guys next year!]
[she trows her arms around them and stumbles off]
Preston: There's one at every party.
Denise: Kind of makes you never want to drink, huh?

Yippie-ka-yay, motherfucker!

John McClane

Mace: We should split up.
Harvey: I'm not sure that's such a good idea...
Mace: You're probably right. We might get picked off one at a time by aliens.

Col. Dr. Irina Spalko: Don't toy with me, Doctor Jones! What is the point of all this?
Indiana Jones: If it's still magnetic, the metal in this gun powder should point the way.

Ricky Slade: You wanna bet me that I can't get a gun?
Bobby: You couldn't even get a handjob from the bridge and tunnel posse at the club last night!

[aboard Mega-Maid] Thank you for pressing the self destruct button.

Self-Destruct Voice

Wolverine: This isn't training anymore, guys. This is the real Iceman: Logan, we're not kids anymore.

A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

James Bond

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