Charlie: I really wanna be a writer but I don't know what I'd write about.
Sam: You can write about us.
Patrick: Call it 'The Slut and the Falcon' make us solve crimes.
Why don't you go play in the office a minute. Sue someone for everything they've got. Maybe you send a fax to one of your girlfriends!Fletcher
Either you bring the water to L.A. or you bring L.A. to the water.Noah Cross
What's with you, kid? You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?Mel
James Bond: I already have a dinner jacket.
Vesper Lynd: There are dinner jackets and then there are dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you to look like a man who belongs at that table.
James Bond: How... it's tailored!
Vesper Lynd: I sized you up the moment we met.
Bertier: Listen, I'm Gary, you're Julius. Let's just get some particulars and get this over with.
Big Ju: Particulars? Man, no matter what I tell you, you ain't neva gonna know nothing about me.
Bertier: Listen, I ain't running any more of these three-a-days
Big Ju: Well, what I got to say you really don't wanna hear 'cuz honesty ain't too high upon your people priorities.
McKinley: Arty, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to take a shower today.
McKinley: 'Cause your parents are coming tomorrow, and I don't want to get in trouble.
McKinley: You haven't taken a shower once this summer. Not once in 8 weeks.
Arty: I will.
McKinley: You're covered in dirt. Take a shower.
C.D. Bales: [to two drunks that have just made fun of his nose] I really admire your shoes.
Drunk #1: What?
C.D. Bales: I love your shoes.
Drunk #2: What do ya mean?
C.D. Bales: And I was just thinking: as much as I really admire your shoes, and as much as I'd love to have a pair just like them, I really wouldn't want to be IN your shoes at this particular time and place.
Charlie don't surf!Kilgore
I'm getting beat up by a guy named Rupert?Snow
[on phone] Tell Dr. Cox I have the new keys!Osborne Cox
[Osbourne hangs up, and picks up a hatchet]
Prime Minister: Right. So, not quite as secret as we'd hoped.
Natalie: Right. What should we do?
Prime Minister: Smile. Give a little bow. Wave.