Vernon Fenwick: So they're aliens?
April O'Neil: No, that's stupid. They're turtles.
Bernadette Thompson: Is there anything else we should know about them?
April O'Neil: They're ninjas.

Nash: She's so small.
Charles: Well, she's young, John. That's how they come.

William: I downloaded this little baby off the Net. I will know exactly how many spirits I may imbibe without affecting my judgment or my behavior.
X-Phile 2: You have every angle covered.
X-Phile 1: You know William, from this light, you somewhat resemble David Duchovny.

Now where are we, dude? Oh. It's my house.


Rosemary Cross: Has it ever crossed your mind that you're far too young for me?
Max Fischer: It crossed my mind that you might consider that a possibility, yeah.

Ralphie: [asking about Robert's hurt hand] What happened?
Robert McCall: I hit it on something stupid.

Marissa: Just as long as you promise to take it easy.
Frank: What do you mean?
Marissa: You know exactly what I mean. You've come along way since Frank the Tank and we don't want him coming back do we?
Frank: Honey, Frank the Tank is not coming back, ok? That part of me is over. Water under the bridge. I promise.

Logan: The Professor can help, he can fix it.
Dr. Jean Grey: [as Dark Phoenix] I don't want to fix it!

Matt Murdock: Her name's Elektra Natchios.
Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson: Well, she sounds like a Mexican appetizer.
Matt Murdock: It's Greek, genius. Her father's Nikolas Natchios.
Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson: The billionaire?
Matt Murdock: Yeah, see? The billionaire.
Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson: Well, then as your attorney in this matter I advise you to marry the woman immediately.

Ed: A hunch won't stand up in court, Frank. What we need are hard facts.
Frank: Look, Ed. Ludwig was the only one besides us who knew Nordberg was still alive. Next thing you know, some thug tries to knock him off in the hospital.
Ed: Yeah, but going into Ludwig's office without a warrant, you're taking a big chance.
Frank: I know. You take a chance getting up in the morning, crossing the street or sticking your face in a fan.

Let's dance, douche bag!


[voice-over] The whole place seemed to have been stricken with a kind of creeping paralysis - out of beat with the rest of the world, crumbling apart in slow motion.

Joe Gillis

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