Sugar: [admiring a large fish trophy] What is it?
Junior: It's a member of the herring family.
Sugar: A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars?
Junior: They shrink when they're marinated.

20 years you know a guy, you fuckin' wack him out just like that over a lounge? That's beautiful.

Donnie Brasco

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Narrator

Sir Lancelot: We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril.
Sir Galahad: I don't think I was.
Sir Lancelot: Yes, you were. You were in terrible peril.
Sir Galahad: Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
Sir Lancelot: No, it's too perilous.
Sir Galahad: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Sir Lancelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Sir Galahad: Oh, let me have just a little bit of peril?
Sir Lancelot: No. It's unhealthy.
Sir Galahad: I bet you're gay.
Sir Lancelot: Am not.

Charlie Bucket: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burned in the furnace, will they?
Willy Wonka: Hm... well, I think that furnace is only lit every other day, so they have a good sporting chance, haven't they?

Little Chris: Fuckin' hell John, do you always walk around with this in your pocket?
Big Chris: Hey! You use language like that again son, you'll wish you hadn't!

Some people carry a rabbit's foot, I like to rock a pocket of puke.

Robert 'Fish' Fishman

Ace Rothstein: Listen to me very carefully. There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, or the way that I do it. You understand?
Don Ward: I do understand that. I'll get right on it. And thank you.
Ace Rothstein: Don't thank me. Just do it. You're the slots manager. I shouldn't have to tell you this.
Don Ward: Dang, you are right Mr. Rothstein. I am so sorry.

Capt. Billy Tyne (voiceover): The fog's just lifting. Throw off your bow line; throw off your stern. You head out to South channel, past Rocky Neck, Ten Pound Island. Past Niles Pond where I skated as a kid. Blow your air-horn and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on Thatcher Island. Then the birds show up: black backs, herring gulls, big dumb ducks. The sun hits ya - head North. Open up to 12 - steamin' now. The guys are busy; you're in charge. Ya know what? You're a goddamn swordboat captain. Is there any thing better in the world?

Lou Bloom: I'm starting a TV news business. I film breaking stories. Maybe you saw my item this morning, a fatal car jacking.
Rick: No, I mean, I don't have a TV.
Lou Bloom: Do you have a cell phone?
Rick: Yeah
Lou Bloom: Does it have GPS?
Rick: Yeah
Lou Bloom: Congratulations, you're hired.
Rick: Okay

[while holding a razor to Jackie Boy's face]
Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.
Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.

Reporter: Do you think these haircuts have come to stay?
Ringo: Well, this one has. You know, it's stuck on good and proper now.

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