Alex: Are you asking me out on a date?
B. Rabbit: Yes, I am. I'd like to take you somewhere sometime.
Alex: Take me somewhere now.

Jamie: Are you trying to seduce me?
Landon: Why? Are you seducible?

Voldemort: [Walking over to Cedric's body and pushing his face aside] Awww, tsk, tsk, tsk... such a handsome boy.
Harry: Don't touch him!

Bite it... You've got to bite it...

Paul Marshall

Bottom line is... we're around each other an'... this thing, it grabs hold of us again... at the wrong place... at the wrong time... and we're dead.

Ennis Del Mar

Charles Billingsley: Can't hold on to the lamp, can't hold on to the football.
Don Billingsley: I can hold on to the football, Dad. Now get the hell out of here!

[narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton

Sheryl Yoast: Coach Boone, you did a good job up here. You ran a tough camp from what I can see.
Coach Boone: Well, I'm very happy to have the approval of a five year old.
Sheryl Yoast: I'm nine and a half, thank you very much.
Coach Boone: Why don't you get this little girl, some pretty dolls or something, Coach?
Coach Yoast: I've tried. She loves football.

Conviction, it turns out, is a luxury of those on the sidelines, Mr. Nash.

Parcher

Did you kill Lenz, too? Huh? [turns to banquet crowd] He falsified his research. He switched the samples so that RDU-90 could be approved and Devlin McGregor could give you... Provasic!

Dr. Richard Kimble

Victor Creed: Do you even know how to kill me?
Logan: I'm gonna cut your goddamn head off. See if that works.

Police Inspector: Doctors... Lawyers... never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million.
[pause]
Police Inspector: What can a slumdog possibly know?
Jamal Malik: [quietly] The answers.

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