[after finding out that he's working for Johnny] I cannot take orders from the underwear model.

Ben Grimm

Reed Richards: [extends his arm, stretching it under a metal door, and bringing his hand up to the window on the other side]
Johnny Storm: That's gross!

Saruman: Concealed within his fortress, the lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf: a great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.

Ben Grimm: I need to borrow your car.
Old Lady with Car #1: The transmission sticks.
Ben Grimm: That's not gonna be a problem.
[hurls the car in the direction of Doom]

Typical of Victor Von Doom to build a 30 foot statue of himself.

Ben Grimm

Victor Von Doom: Do really think fate turned us into gods so we could refuse these gifts?
Susan Storm: Victor, you *always* thought you were a god. Now back off.
Victor Von Doom: Susan, let's not fight.
Susan Storm: No, lets.
Victor Von Doom: Susan... YOU'RE FIRED!

Susan Storm: [invisible] Look at me!
Reed Richards: I can't.

Mary Jane Watson: What's happened to you?
Peter Parker: I don't know... But I have to stop it.

Ray Charles: I want you to promise me something. Promise you won't feel sorry for me just because I'm blind.
Della Bea Robinson: How can I pity someone I admire?

Ray Charles: There's some things you're not understandin'...
Della Bea Robinson: Well, make me understand, Ray!
Ray Charles: Baby, when I walk out that door I walk out alone in the dark. I'm trying to do something ain't nobody ever done in music and business. But I can't do it if I'm alone everywhere I go. I don't wanna be alone here, Bea. Not in my own home. Look, Bea, if you don't understand me, then who will?

Ray Charles: If I feel the music, that means it's real.
Quincy Jones: No, it ain't. Ray Charles is a sell-out. The blind Liberace, leaving those Rocking Chair roots behind.

I love the stories. You know, about fallin' in love, and having love knock you around, and then the pressures of the world on you so tough it makes you feel small. You just want to give your soul to God. You might as well, your ass belongs to him.

Ray Charles

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