Charlotte: That was the worst lunch.
Bob: So bad. What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?

[after director goes off on long tirade in Japanese]
Ms. Kawasaki: He want you to turn and look in camera. Okay?
Bob: Is that all he said?

Premium Fantasy woman: Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Rip them. [sounds like "lip them"]
Bob: [silent, confused]
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip my stockings. Yes, please, rip them.
Bob: What?
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip them. HEY! Rip my stocking!
Bob: Hey? Lip them? Lip them? What?

Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!

Premium Fantasy woman

I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.

Bob

You want more mysterious? I'll just try and think, "Where the hell's the whiskey?"

Bob

Stills Photographer: You know double-O-7?
Bob: He drinks martinis, but all right.

Eddie: This broad is not your wife, she's the enemy.
John Smith: She tried to kill me.
Eddie: They all try to kill you. Slowly, painfully, cripplingly, and then wham. They hurt you. How you going to handle it?
John Smith: [grabs assault rifle] I'm going to borrow this.
Eddie: I like where your head's at, man.

Why do you have to point out how stupid everyone is all the time?

John

Lydia Harris: [on the phone] Is this a bad time?
Bob: [pauses] No, it's always a good time.

You're the boy who lived.

Hagrid

Walter Fane: Do you like flowers?
Kitty Fane: No... Well, I suppose. We don't really have them around the house. Mother always says why purchase something you can grow for free, but then we don't really grow them either. It does seem rather silly to put all that effort into something thats just going to die.

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