Tristan: You sort of - glitter now. Is it... Is it normal?
Yvaine: Let's see if you can work it out for youself. What do stars do?
Tristan: Hmm... Attract trouble?
[Yvaine pushes him, amused]
Tristan: [grinning] All right, I'm sorry. Let me do another guess. Is it: Do they know exactly how to annoy a boy called Tristan Thorn?

Conan's Father: Fire and wind come from the sky, from the gods of the sky. But Crom is your god, Crom and he lives in the earth. Once, giants lived in the Earth, Conan. And in the darkness of chaos, they fooled Crom, and they took from him the enigma of steel. Crom was angered. And the Earth shook. Fire and wind struck down these giants, and they threw their bodies into the waters, but in their rage, the gods forgot the secret of steel and left it on the battlefield. We who found it are just men. Not gods. Not giants. Just men. The secret of steel has always carried with it a mystery. You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one - no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts.
Conan's Father: This you can trust.

Emmett Cullen: Trying to walk and chew gum at the same time again, Bella?
Bella Swan: I punched a werewolf in the face.
Emmett Cullen: Bad ass!

[to Captain Shakespeare] I can't believe your crew fell for that. And where in God's name did you get that mannequin?


Before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she will fall into a sleep-like death!


Thorin Oakenshield: I am sorry that I made you a part of my perils...
Bilbo Baggins: No! I am glad to have shared in your perils - that is more than any Baggins deserves!

Death Eater: No sign of him, My Lord.
Lord Voldemort: [turns around] Harry Potter... The boy who lived... Come to die... Avada Kedavra!

Well, well, well, look what we have here. It's Harry Potter. He's all bright, and shiny, and new again, just in time for the Dark Lord.

Bellatrix Lestrange

Maleficent: I must say, I really felt quite distressed to not receiving an invitation.
Stefan: You're not welcome here.
Maleficent: Oh dear. What an awkward situation.

Oh, still stubborn, aren't we? Is that what makes you so special to Edward?


I can't believe it. You and Dad get paid to write about plants, and you hate dirt.

Coraline Jones

It's not just california... it's the whole world.

Jackson Curtis

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