Jesus! You look like hell!

Admiral James Greer

Hey, I'm not from around here, but I'm looking for my sister. She's gone missing.

Clay

Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss* ...
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us* ...
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm* ...
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm* ...
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: AHHHHHHH!!!!

Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.

[voice-over] I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine.

Willard

Letty: What are we here for?
Dominic Toretto: That.
Dominic Toretto: Race Wars.
Letty: We used to come here?
Dominic Toretto: Come here? We invented it.

[with a look of disbelief] Bananas don't float. You said the Orangutan floated to you in a bundle of bananas, but bananas don't float.

Younger Insurance Investigator

Officer: Okay, you're out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California, ever again. Ever.
Frank: I think we can live with that.

Always remember your promise to me. Never let nobody or nothing turn you into no cripple.

Aretha Robinson

Duty Cop: Detailed description?
Jessica Wilhern: Brown hair. Brown eyes.
[pause]
Jessica Wilhern: A uniquely pleasant personality.
Franklin Wilhern: Think pig.
Duty Cop: So she's a fat girl?

I think every guy should at one time try to name an animal or something.

Rocky Balboa

We're being quarantined here. We're being kept here to die.

Amy

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