Get on the wire, tell them how to bring those sons of bitches down.

Gen. Gray

If we die... it will be for GLORY, not gold.

Beowulf

[over the CB] All right, listen up guys. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover formation.

Theo

Goddamn! You are one radical son of a bitch!

Bodhi

Harry, the clock on that nine-foot nuclear weapon is ticking.

Chick

Shoot them. Shoot them both.

Toht

Maj. Eaton: We have top men working on it now.
Indiana: Who?
Maj. Eaton: Top. Men.

Frank Martin: What's the first rule when entering a man's car?
Jack Billings: [takes his feet off the seat] Respect a man's car, a man respects you.
Frank Martin: Rule number two?
Jack Billings: Greet the man. Good afternoon, Frank.
Frank Martin: Good afternoon, Jack.
Jack Billings: Can we play the game now?
Frank Martin: I would think your brain would be too tired after a whole day of school.
Jack Billings: You're just afraid I'm gonna win.
Frank Martin: I'm afraid you're gonna be too worn out to do your homework.
Jack Billings: It's Friday, I don't *have* any homework.
Frank Martin: In that case: the game.
Jack Billings: Yes!
Frank Martin: But first, what's the third rule of the car?
[Jack buckles his seatbelt]
Frank Martin: Good.

Street Vendor: Water?
Marcus Brody: No thank you, fish make love in it.

Payback's a bitch, ain't it?

Russel Casse

[on phone to Dominic Toretto while in Tokyo] Dominic Toretto. You don't know me, but you're about to.

Deckard Shaw

Don't think. Just let it happen.

James Bond

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