Vivian: I appreciate this whole seduction thing you've got going on here, but let me give you a tip: I'm a sure thing.

Willy Wonka: Let's put him in the taffy puller!
Mr. Teavee: [horrified] Taffy puller?
Willy Wonka: Hey, that was my idea!

Alice: I'm not a whore.
Larry: I wouldn't pay.

Aren't you a healer, and a vessel for the holy spirit? When are you coming over and make my son hear again? CAN'T YOU DO THAT?


This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee.

Nicky Santoro

Paulie: I don't want nothin' from you. I don't want nothin' from you. This ain't no charity case. Get outta my house.
Adrian: It's not just your house.
Paulie: [to Rocky] You ain't no friend no more. Get outta my house, I just says.

Well, color me happy! There's a sofa in here for two!


Melvin Purvis: What keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?
John Dillinger: Coffee.

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.
Swanney: Are you serious?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that shite.
Swanney: Well, it's up to you, man.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Gonna get it right this time. Gonna get it sorted out. Gonna get off it for good.
Swanney: I've heard that one before.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: The Sick Boy method?
Swanney: Well, it nearly worked for him, hey.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Well, he's always been lacking in moral fiber.
Swanney: He knows a lot about Sean Connery.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: That's hardly a substitute.

John Milton: Don't get too cocky my boy. No matter how good you are don't ever let them see you coming. That's the gaffe my friend. You gotta keep yourself small. Innocuous. Be the little guy. You know, the nerd... the leper... shit-kickin' surfer. Look at me.
[stops and pauses]
John Milton: Underestimated from day one. You'd never think I was a master of the universe, now would ya?

John Coffey: That's a smart mouse, Del, he's like a circus mouse.
Eduard Delacroix: Correct, that's just what he is too. He's a circus mouse. When I get outta here, he's gonna make me rich.

[narrating] Nicky's methods of betting weren't scientific, but they worked. When he won, he collected. When he lost, he told the bookies to go fuck themselves. I mean, what were they going to do, muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle.

Ace Rothstein

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