Dr. Emmett Brown: Oh, my God, they found me, I don't know how, but they found me. Run for it Marty!
Marty McFly: Who? Who?
Dr. Emmett Brown: Who do you think? The Libyans.
Marty McFly: Holy shit!

Shmi Skywalker: Can you help him?
Qui-Gon Jinn: I don't know. I didn't actually come here to free slaves.

[introducing his band] All right. We're the, uh... we're the Pinheads.

Marty McFly

Nute Gunray: And the Jedi?
Darth Sidious: The Chancellor should never have brought them into this. Kill them immediately.

Qui-Gon told me to stay in this cockpit, and that's what I'm going to do!

Anakin

Darth Sideous: And Queen Amidala, has she signed the treaty?
Nute Gunray: She has... disappeared, my lord. One Naboo cruiser got past the blockade.
Darth Sideous: I want that treaty signed!
Nute Gunray: M-my lord, it... it's impossible to locate the ship. It's out of our range.
Darth Sideous: Not for a Sith. This is my apprentice, Darth Maul. He will find your lost ship.
[disappears]
Nute Gunray: This is getting out of hand! Now, there are *two* of them!

And now, young Skywalker... you will die.

The Emperor

Princess Leia: Let go.
Han Solo: Shhh.
Princess Leia: Let go, please.
Han Solo: Don't get excited.
Princess Leia: Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited.
Han Solo: Sorry sweetheart. I haven't got time for anything else.

George McFly: I know what you're gonna say, son. And you're right, you're right. But uh... Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm just no good at... confrontations.
Marty McFly: The car, Dad. I mean he wrecked it. He totaled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad. Do you have any idea how important this is to me? Do you have any clue?
George McFly: I know, And all I can say is... I'm sorry.

Shmi Skywalker: All slaves have a transmitter placed somewhere in their body.
Anakin: I've been working on a scanner to try and locate mine.
Shmi Skywalker: Any attempt to escape...
Anakin: And they blow you up! BOOM!
Jar Jar Binks: How wude!

I'm sure in 1985 plutonium is available at every corner drugstore, but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by.

Dr. Emmett Brown

Dr. Emmett Brown: This is it! This is the answer. It says here... that a bolt of lightning is going to strike the clock tower at precisely 10:04 pm, next Saturday night! If we can somehow... harness this lightning... channel it... into the flux capacitor... it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future!

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