Half a million dollars will always be missed.

Max Cherry

Dina Byrnes: Now Greg, you have a *very* unique last name and Jack and I were wondering how to pronounce it?
Greg Focker: Oh, just like its spelt. F-O-C-K-E-R.
Dina Byrnes: F-Focker.
Jack Byrnes: Hmm, Focker.

[Marty and Doc observe George's incompetence in 1955]
Dr. Emmett Brown: Which one's your pop?
Marty McFly: [points him out] That's him.
[they see him getting kicked around by other school bullies]
George McFly: [has a 'kick me' sign on his back] Okay. Okay you guys. Ah-ha-ha-ha, very funny. You guys are being real mature.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Maybe you were adopted.

Evan Simo: How come you're not at work?
Louis Simo: 'Cause I don't sit in an office, okay? That's for suckers. Your pop's an investigator, alright? Come on, let's go.
Evan Simo: I'm supposed to wait for mom.
Louis Simo: What?
Evan Simo: I'm supposed to wait for mom.
Louis Simo: Your mom and me, we don't...
[he puts his hand on his son's head]
Louis Simo: Evan. Evan. Nobody has magic powers. You got to be tough. You got to show them what you're made of, you know? My father never taught me that.

Well, then you can inform Mr. Levin he'll be better off watching the fight in front of his television at home... Surely he must have HBO.

Terry

Hitch: Lean in, place your hand on the small of her back, say it in her ear like a secret. But watch your hand placement, too high says, 'I just wanna be friends,' too low says, 'I just wanna grab some ass.'
Albert: [making holding gestures at different levels] Okay... Friends. Ass. Me.

Yoda: Master Qui-Gon. More to say have you?
Qui-Gon Jinn: With your permission, my master, I have encountered a vergence in the Force.
Yoda: A vergence, you say?
Mace Windu: Located around a person?
Qui-Gon Jinn: A boy. His cells have the highest concentration of midi-chlorians I have seen in a life-form. It was possible he was conceived by the midi-chlorians.
Mace Windu: You refer to the prophecy of The One who will bring balance to the Force. You believe it's this boy?

The Mayor of Who-ville: Listen, Horton, I've gotta go. Apparently there's a problem with a giant meatball.
Horton: You just take care of that meatball sir and leave the freaking out to me.

Charlie Wilson: You're no James Bond.
Gust Avrakotos: You're no Thomas Jefferson, either. Let's call it even.

Russell Baze: You got a problem with me?
Harlan DeGroat: I got a problem with everybody.

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: [narrating; on World War I] By the second winter, the boots had worn out... but the line still held. Even Comrade Lenin underestimated both the anguish of that 900-mile long front... as well our own cursed capacity for suffering. Half the men went into action without any arms... irregular rations... led by officers they didn't trust.
Officer: [to soldiers] Come on, you bastards!
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: And those they did trust...
Pasha: [leaps out of the trench and begins leading his men in a charge] Come on, Comrades! Forward, comrades! Earth-shakers!
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: Finally, when they could stand it no longer, they began doing what every army dreams of doing...
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: They began to go home. That was the beginning of the Revolution.

Sorry, we don't serve liars here. Can I get you a cup of bullshit for the road?

Josie

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