Bobby Jordan: [Pushing Jack into the lockers] Make me laugh, asshole.
Judy Danvers: Jack, come on, he's an asshole.
Bobby Jordan: Shut the fuck up skank.
Jack Stall: [Jack kicks Bobby's buddy in the groin and moves to Bobby] Come her you fuck!
[Jack punches Bobby and brings him to the ground]
Jack Stall: You cocksucking motherfucker!

Ludwig: So they were able to get him to the hospital in time?
Frank: Yes, he's in the intensive care ward at Our Lady of the Worthless Miracle.

[crying] I asked myself... would I come back for you? And the only answer is a Godless, empty, evil... no. I'm sorry I wouldn't have come back. I'm sorry.

Lewis McBride

[after Rocco gets his finger shot off]
Rocco: Feels like it's still there.
Connor: Yeah, well it's not.

Mr. Mackey: I want to know where you heard all this horrific obscenities, m'kay?
Kyle: Nowhere.
Stan: We heard them from Mr. Garrison a few times before.
Mr. Mackey: Boys, I seriously doubt that Mr Garrison ever said: "Eat penguin shit, you ass spelunker."

Marie: ...it was amazing. It was just amazing for about three months, until it turned out that this uh, jerk, who had fronted us the lease was actually shining everyone on and...
Jason Bourne: And what?
Marie: What do you mean, what. Listen to me; I, I've been speed talking for about sixty kilometers now. I, I talk when I'm nervous, I mean, I, I talk like this when I'm nervous. I'm gonna shut up now.

The Grandson: Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.
Grandpa: As you wish.

Howard Weinstein: [on the phone] Mr. Banks, this is Howard Weinstein. Franck's Executive Assistant. I... ave... your estimate for you.
George Banks: I can barely hear you!
Howard Weinstein: I'm in my car going through Water Canyon. Call you back?
George Banks: No, no, no. I want the estimate. How much? What's the damage?
Howard Weinstein: Well, everything from the flowers, to the honeymoon limo...
George Banks: Ok, everything. How much?
Howard Weinstein: [cutting out] - dred and - ifty a -ead.
George Banks: You're breaking up. It sounded like you said 150 ahead.
Howard Weinstein: No, no!
George Banks: Good. I was about to kill myself.
Howard Weinstein: It's 250 ahead.

Kim Pine: Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it.
Scott Pilgrim: Hahahaha... wait, what?

Area 51 Guard: I'm sorry, Captain. This is a restricted area. I can't let you pass without clearance.
Captain Steven Hiller: Okay. Come here. You wanna see my clearance? [shows the alien wrapped in parachute] Maybe I'll just leave this here with you.
Area 51 Guard: Let them pass! Let them pass!

Shaun: David, kill the Queen!
David: What?
Shaun: The jukebox!

Katharine Hepburn: What's that on the steering wheel?
Howard Hughes: Cellophane. If you had any idea of the crap that people carry around on their hands.
Katharine Hepburn: What kind of crap?
Howard Hughes: You don't wanna know.

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