Dr. Stephen Maturin: [referring to Blankeley's amputation] I'm sorry, Jack. I'm doing everything I can. I know you were close to his father.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: His father would've understood. He knew the life. His mother, however...
Dr. Stephen Maturin: Let me take a look at that brow of yours.
Capt. Jack Aubrey: What?

Susan Storm: [about the machine that could change them back to normal] What are the risks?
Reed Richards: Even the slightest miscalculation could cause our symptoms to increase exponentially... or perhaps even kill us.
Johnny Storm: Now, dying... that's bad, right?

Detective John Kimble: I have a headache. Lowell: It might be a tumor.
Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumor! It's not a tumor. At all!

Nick Fury: You made your girl CEO, sold your stuff, gave your suit to your best friend.
Tony Stark: I didn't give it to him, he took it
Nick Fury: He took it! I'm supposed to believe he walked in, kicked ass and stole your suit!

Maggie Witzky: She's a witch. She took one look at me and guessed. Well, say something.
Tom Witzky: Bummer.
Maggie Witzky: Something else.

Grandma Annie: [taking a knitted blanket out of the cabinet] If you get chilly tonight use this. It has special powers.
Margaret Tate: [takes blanket] Oh. What kind of special powers?
Grandma Annie: [smiling] I call it the baby maker.
Margaret Tate: Okay.
[to Andrew]
Margaret Tate: Better be super careful with this.

Dr. Grace Augustine: So you just figured you'd come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head?
Jake Sully: Maybe I was sick of doctors telling me what I couldn't do.

Sissy: Your shit is really getting tired, Justice.
Justice: Call me 'Boo-Boo-Kitty-Fuck', bitch.

The Penguin: You're coming with me, Mr. Chip Shreck, to die!
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: Not Chip! Please! If you have one shred of human decency in you, you'll take me instead.
The Penguin: I don't, so no.
Maximillian 'Max' Shreck: Come on, aren't I the one you want? Max Shreck, the guy you really want to see immersed up to his eyeballs in raw sewage?
The Penguin: ...Okay, you got a point. I'll let the little prince live.

At 21, he joins the Army. At 23, he joins the Special Forces. He’s a trained sniper, an explosives expert. No service record, no discharge record, nothing. This guy right here, he knows how to disappear.

Franck Dotzler

What's the deal with the preacher's daughter? Is she worth all that attitude?f

Ren

I don't know if we can win this war.

John Connor

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