Christopher Gardner: [about the spelling error in the graffiti of a building] It's not "H-A-P-P-Y-N-E-S-S." Happiness is spelled with an "I" instead of a "Y."
Christopher: Oh, okay. Is "Fuck" spelled right?

Shorty: Yeah, Red!
Malcolm X: Come on, you missed me!
Shorty: Try this on for size!
Malcolm X: I ducked.
Shorty: [laughing] You ducked?

It's almost as if this Kabbalah crap doesn't even work!

Topher Grace

Susan Storm: You were at 4,000 degrees Kelvin! You were approaching Super-Nova!
Johnny Storm: Sweet!
Susan Storm: No, not "sweet"! That's the heat of the sun!
Reed Richards: You could kill yourself, other people, and burn up the atmosphere, ending all human life as we know it.
Johnny Storm: Got it. Super-Nova bad.

Milo: You trust them to keep their word?
Atticus: I trust the law.

Maggie Fitzgerald: Will you tell him I'm real sorry?
Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris: No. I will do no such thing, Maggie.

Idi Amin: You promised to me you would help me build a new Uganda. You swore an oath.
Nicholas Garrigan: The oath is... erm... it's, it's a doctor’s oath of confidentiallity; we all take it. It's got nothing to do with Uganda.
Idi Amin: Huh? Nothing? Nothing comes from nothing. You have a conscience, I know you do. That is why you came here in the first place. Or are you like all the other British. Just here to fuck and to take away? No? Why else would I trust you with my family? You are like my own son.

Chaucer: All human activity lies within the artist's scope.
[Looks at Wat]
Chaucer: Maybe not yours.

There's nothing tragic about being fifty. Not unless you're trying to be twenty-five.

Joe Gillis

Nicky Santoro: Back- Back up, back up a fuckin' minute here. One minute. I asked you? When the fuck did I ever ask you if I could come out here? Get this through your head, you...
Ace Rothstein: You never...
Nicky Santoro: Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you. You only exist out here because of me. That's the only reason. Without me, you, personally, every fuckin' wise guy skell around'll take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass. Then where you gonna go? You're fuckin' warned. Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again. You motherfucker, you.

Colin Sullivan: Frank? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Frank Costello: [laughing] See anything you like, Colin?
Colin Sullivan: I almost fucking shot you!
Frank Costello: You're not indulging in self-abuse, are you? I hope you're not turning into one of them sob sisters who wants to get caught. You're not cracking up, are you?
Colin Sullivan: I don't crack up.
Frank Costello: Picking a place like this, where any cop can see you. Jesus.
Colin Sullivan: If it was such a fucking bad idea, why'd you show up?
Frank Costello: [turning to face Sullivan] I own the place.
Colin Sullivan: Look, I gotta tell you...
Frank Costello: You're getting re-assigned. I know.
Colin Sullivan: How the fuck do you know that?
Frank Costello: Where'd they put you?
Colin Sullivan: Hey Frank, I gotta find myself.
Frank Costello: You're telling me, sonny boy.
Colin Sullivan: I gotta find the guy you got in the department.
Frank Costello: With everybody looking up their own ass, and you looking for yourself, I'd put my money on nobody finds nothing.

Until a trial, when she sees her husband suffer the way she never intended. She was prepared to tell the truth, right up to the very end. But magically, the charges were dismissed.

Barbara Sabich

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