Yoda: I am wondering, why are you here?
Luke: I'm looking for someone.
Yoda: Looking? Found someone, you have, I would say, hmmm?
Luke: Right...
Yoda: Help you I can. Yes, mmmm.
Luke: I don't think so. I'm looking for a great warrior.
Yoda: Ohhh. Great warrior. Wars not make one great.

Did you ever have this kind of problem? Yeah - of course you did, you saucy minx.

Prime Minister

Mr. Dryden: Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert T.E. Lawrence: No, Dryden, it's going to be fun. Mr. Dryden: It is recognized that you have a funny sense of fun.

[narrating] How could she breathe in that house full of Norma Desmonds? Around every corner, Norma Desmonds... more Norma Desmonds... and still more Norma Desmonds.

Joe Gillis

Scarface: I got it! Why don't we sell that weed that we smoked earlier!
Thurgood Jenkins: We suggested that already!
Scarface: For real, B?

I wish you wouldn't bring tradespeople into the house. They carry dust.

Helen Potter

[Upon learning the Police have found Delahunt's body and that he was a cop]
Fitzy: I don't believe it.
Mr. French: What can't you believe?
Fitzy: I spent all fucking night dragging the poor bastard in there. Tell me how they find him so fast? Somebody walking a fucking dog ? What fucking size a dog is that? Has to be a big fucking dog, man. I spent all night doing it man.
[pause, Frank stares at him]
Fitzy: I'm embarrassed. I still don't believe he was a cop, I don't believe it.
Frank Costello: The COPS... are saying he's a cop... so I won't look for the cop. Are you soft, Fitz? When I tell you... to dump a body in the marsh, you dump him *IN* the marsh. Not where some guy from John Hancock goes every Thursday, TO GET A FUCKING BLOWJOB!
[Fitzy laughs, Frank hits him]
Frank Costello: Don't laugh! This ain't Reality TV!

Gary: You and Jill are so alike!
Jack: We are nothing alike, I promise you.

Suarez: For the moment, the Americans think they've dodged a bullet. Do not be late.
Javier: Don't worry about me.
Suarez: I won't. Your brother spoke very highly of your Special Forces training. Do not disappoint him.

Don't let it control you.

Prof. Charles Xavier

Graham: That is a nice gun.
Ria: Well, the car is registered to a Cindy Bradley. And that's not Cindy. That is a William Lewis.
[hands him a wallet]
Ria: Found under the front seat. Hollywood Division.
Graham: Looks like Detective Conklin shot himself the wrong nigga.

You know something, Verna, if I turn my back long enough for Big Ed to put a hole in it, there'd be a hole in it.

Cody Jarrett

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