Alma Jr., Age 13: Daddy, tell about when you rode broncs in the rodeo.
Ennis Del Mar: Short story honey. Only 'bout three seconds I was on that bronc. Next thing I knew, I was flyin' through the air... only I wasn't no angel like you and Jenny here; didn't have no wings. And that's the story of my saddle bronc career.
Sam 'Spike' Witwicky: No, no, no, no, no.
[Optimus Prime jumps onto the highway]
Mikaela: Oh my God...
[Bonecrusher, rams a bus]
Charlotte York: I always knew she'd marry Big.
Samantha Jones: You thought that after the second break up?
Charlotte York: Yep.
Miranda Hobbes: After the fifteenth?
Carrie Bradshaw: Ha ha, we broke up a lot.
Willy: Children, do you wanna know what makes all my candy taste so special?
Willy: It's a special secret ingredient. It's real human parts. There's gonna be a little itty bitty piece of each and every one of you inside of the yummy yum candy, literally.
Tigress: [after Po makes a weird facial expression] I've had enough of this.
Mantis: No, that was my fault, I can't figure out this acupuncture.
[of Mr. Smith] Even if that guy was charming and funny, I still wouldn't like him.Marshall
Cassie Cartwright: Just finished my shift. Wanna dance?
Ennis Del Mar: I was just on my way to the...
Cassie Cartwright: I'm Cassie; Cassie Cartwright.
Ennis Del Mar: Ennis. Del Mar.
Disgruntled Cobbler Elf: Lazy bum! Couldn't even make a clog!
Papa Elf: You can bake cookies in a tree. As you can imagine, it's, uh, dangerous having an oven in an oak tree during the dry season. But the third job, some call it, uh, "the show" or "the big dance," it's the profession that every elf aspires to. And that is to build toys in Santa's workshop.
Melinda Moores: Why do you have so many scars? Who hurt you so badly?
John Coffey: Don't hardly remember, ma'am.
William Wallace: I'm dreaming.
Murron: Yes, you are. And you must wake, William.
William Wallace: I don't want to wake. I want to stay here with you.
There's like a thousand dollars in here. I feel like your pimp!Eden
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Smile, Sheriff. After all, this is a party!
Marshall Strickland: The only party I'll be smilin' at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope.
Strickland's Deputy: Have fun.
Marshall Strickland: [turns to his son] See, that's how you handle them, son. Never give 'em an inch, and maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word - "discipline."
Marshal Strickland's son: I will, Pa.