The Quiet Man (1952)

Sean Thornton: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.

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Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Toht: You Americans, you're all the same. Always overdressing for the wrong occassions.

[Marion is being kidnapped]
Marion: You can't do this to me, I'm an AMERICAN!

[Indy needs his bullwhip to swing across a chasm]
Indy: Give me the whip!
Satipo: Throw me the idol. No time to argue. Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip.
[throws the idol]
Indy: Give me the whip!
Satipo: Adiós, señor!

Brody: Marion's the least of your worries right now, believe me, Indy.
Indy: What do you mean?
Brody: Well, I mean that for nearly three thousand years, man has been searching for the lost ark. It's not something to be taken lightly. No one knows its secrets. It's like nothing you've ever gone after before.
Indy (laughing): Oh, Marcus. What are you trying to do, scare me? You sound like my mother. We've known each other for a long time. I don't believe in magic, a lot of superstitious hocus pocus. I'm going after a find of incredible historical significance, you're talking about the boogie man. Besides, you know what a cautious fellow I am. [throws his gun into his suitcase]

Satipo: Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here.
Indy: That's what scares me.

Indy: There's a big snake in the plane, Jock!
Jock: Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie.
Indy: I hate snakes, Jock! I hate 'em!
Jock: C'mon, show a little backbone, will ya?

Marion: Well, Jones, at least you haven't forgotten how to show a lady a good time!
Indy: Boy, you're something!
Marion: Yeah? I'll tell you what. Until I get back my five thousand dollars, you're gonna get more than you bargained for. I'm your g**d*** partner!

Marion: You're not the same man I knew ten years ago.
Indy: It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

[Army Intelligence officer describing Indiana Jones]
Officer: Professor of archeology, expert on the occult, and how does one say it? Obtainer of rare antiquities.

Sallah: Indy, there is something that troubles me.
Indy: What is it?
Sallah: The Ark. If it is there, at Tanis, then it is something that man was not meant to disturb. Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth.

Indy: You want to talk to God? Let's go see him together, I've got nothing better to do!

Belloq: You and I are very much alike. Archeology is our religion, yet we have both fallen from the pure faith. Our methods have not differed as much as you pretend. I am but a shadowy reflection of you. It would take only a nudge to make you like me. To push you out of the light.
Indy: Now you're getting nasty.

[Upon opening the Well of the Souls and peering down into it.]
Sallah: Indy, why does the floor move?
Indy: Give me your torch.
[Sallah does, and Indy drops it in, lighting the snakes covering the floor.]
Indy: Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?
Sallah: Asps. Very dangerous. You go first.

Indy: This site also demonstrates one of the great dangers of archeology, not to life and limb, although that does sometimes take place, I'm talking about folklore.

Sallah: Indy, you have no time. If you still want the ark, it is being loaded onto a truck for Cairo.
Indy: Truck? What truck?

Indy: Meet me at Omar's. Be ready for me. I'm going after that truck.
Sallah: How?
Indy: I don't know, I'm making this up as I go.

Belloq: Dr. Jones. Again we see there is nothing you can possess which I cannot take away.

Belloq: So once again, Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine.

Belloq: What a fitting end to your life's pursuits. You're about to become a permanent addition to this archaeological find. Who knows? In a thousand years, even you may be worth something.

Belloq: All your life has been spent in pursuit of archeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it opened as well as I. Indiana, we are simply passing through history. This, this *is* history.

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Raising Arizona (1987)

H.I.: Sometimes it's a hard world for small things.

Nathan Arizona, Sr.: Dammit, are you boys gonna chase down your leads or are you gonna sit drinkin' coffee in the one house in the state where I know my boy ain't at?

[After escaping from prison]
Evelle: We released ourselves on our own recognizance.
Gale: What Evelle means to say is, we felt that the institution no longer had anything to offer us.

H.I.: I'll be taking these Huggies and whatever cash ya got.

[To store clerk he's robbing]
H.I.: And make it quick, I'm in dutch with the wife.

Nathan Arizona, Sr.: You got a table and chairs, you gotta dinette set. You gotta table and no chairs, you got dick.

H.I.: And this here's the TV. Two hours a day, either educational or football, so you don't ruin your appreciation of the finer things.

FBI Man: Was the boy wearing any jammies?
Nathan Arizona, Sr.: Of course he was wearing his jammies nobody sleeps naked in this house.
FBI Man: Well could you describe the jammies?
Nathan Arizona, Sr.: I don't what his d*** jammies looked like...they had Yodas and s*** on them.

Edwina: Gimme that baby, you wart-hog from hell!

H.I.: Edwina's insides were a rocky place where my seed could find no purchase.

Gale: Anyone found bipedal in five wears his ass for a hat!

[Evelle picks up a pack of balloons.]
Evelle: Do these blow into funny shapes and all?
Grocer: Well, no, unless round is funny.

Gale: You understand, H.I.? If this works out, it's just the beginning of a spree to cover the entire southwest proper. And we keep going until we can retire. Or we get caught.
Evelle: Either way, we're fixed for life.

Old man in the bank: Now, what's it gonna be young feller? You want I should freeze or get down on the ground? Cause if'n I freeze, I can't rightly drop. And if'n I drop, I'm gonna be in motion.

H.I.: We figured there was too much happiness here for just the two of us, so we figured the next logical step was to have us a critter.

Whitey: When there was no meat, we ate fowl. When there was no fowl, we ate crawdads. When there was no crawdads to be found, we ate sand.

Evelle: Awfully fine cereal flakes ya got, Mrs. McDonough.

Gale: Well, H.I., looks like you've been up to the devil's business

Gale: So many social engagements, so little time.

Ed: This ain't family life!
H.I: Well... it sure ain't "Ozzie and Harriet."

Leonard Smalls: You want to find an outlaw, hire an outlaw. You want to find a Dunkin' Donuts, call a cop.

H.I.: Biology and other peoples' opinions conspired to keep us childless.

H.I.: There's right and there's right and never the t'wain shall meet.

Evelle: H.I., you're young and you got your health, what you want with a job?

Parole Board Member #1: They've got a name for people like you H.I. That name is called "recidivism."
Parole Board Member #2: Repeat offender!
Parole Board Member #1: Not a pretty name, is it H.I.?
H.I.: No sir. That's one bonehead name, but that ain't me anymore.
Parole Board Member #1: You're not just telling us what we want to hear?
H.I.: No sir, no way.
Parole Board Member #2: 'Cause we just want to hear the truth.
H.I.: Well, then I guess I am telling you what you want to hear.
Parole Board Member #1: Boy, didn't we just tell you not to do that?
H.I.: Yes, sir.
Parole Board Member #1: Okay, then.

Glen: Say that reminds me, how'd you get that kid so darn fast? Me and Dot went in to adopt on account a' somthin' went wrong with my semen, and they said we had to wait five years for a healthy white baby. I said, "Healthy white baby? Five years? What else you got?" Said they got two Koreans and a negra born with his heart on the outside. It's a crazy world.
H.I.: Someone oughta sell tickets.
Glen: Sure, I'd buy one.

Glen: How many Pollacks it take to screw up a lightbulb?
H.I.: I don't know, Glen. One?
Glen: Nope, it takes three.
[Glen laughs. H.I. doesn't]
Glen: Wait a minute, I told it wrong. Here, I'm startin' over: How come it takes three Pollacks to screw up a lightbulb?
H.I.: I don't know, Glen.
Glen: 'Cause they're so darn stupid!
[Glen laughs again. H.I. doesn't]
Glen; S***, man, loosen up! Don't ya get it?
H.I.: No, Glen, I sure don't.
Glen: S***, man, think about it! I guess it's what they call a "way homer."
H.I.: Why's that?
Glen: 'Cause you only get it on the way home.
H.I.: I'm already home, Glen.

Leonard Smalls: Name's Smalls. Leonard Smalls. My friends call me Lenny...only I ain't got no friends.

Evelle: You don't breast feed him, he'll hate you for it later. That's why we wound up in prison.

H.I.: I'll be taking these Huggies and whatever cash ya got.

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Real Genius (1985)

Chris: Have you ever seen a body like this before in your life?
Decker: She happens to be my daughter.
Chris: Oh. Then I guess you have.

[Looking at Dr. Meredith's bunny slippers, then his own.]
Chris: May I say, sir, I admire your taste in footwear.

Dr. Hathaway: When you first started at Pacific Tech you were well on your way to becoming another Einstein and then you know what happened?
Chris: I got a haircut?

Jordan: I never sleep, I don't know why. I had a roomate and I drove her nuts, I mean really nuts, they had to take her away in an ambulance and everything. But she's okay now, but she had to transfer to an easier school, but I don't know if that had anything to do with being my fault. But listen, if you ever need to talk or you need help studying just let me know, 'cause I'm just a couple doors down from you guys and I never sleep, okay?

Chris: Gee, Kent, and we were going to make you King of the Winter Carnival!
Kent: Really?

Dr. Hathaway: Mitch, there's something you need to know. Compared to you, most people have the IQ of a carrot.

Dr. Hathaway: Bodie, I noticed you stopped stuttering.
Bodie: I've been giving myself shock treatments.
Dr. Hathaway: Up the voltage.

Chris: First, you have to get back at Kent, it's a moral imperative.

Dr. Hathaway: I want to see more of you around the lab.
Chris: Fine. I'll gain weight.

Chris: It's yet another in a long series of diversions in an attempt to avoid responsibility.

Dr. Dodd: Why is that toy on your head?
Chris: Because if I wear it any place else, it chafes.

Chris: Kent put his name on his license plate.
Mitch: My mother does that to my underwear.
Chris: Your mother puts license plates in your underwear? How do you sit?

[In the men's room.]
Jordan: Are you peeing?
Mitch: Uh, I can't start.
Jordan: Because I'm here?
Mitch: I think so.
Jordan: Weird. Well I have to go.
Mitch: Me too.

Old Lady: Tell me, what's Einstein really like?
Dr. Hathaway: Dead.

Dr. Hathaway: You still run?
Chris: Only when chased.

Chris: If you think that by threatening me you can get me to do what you want... Well, that's where you're right. But - and I am only saying that because I care - there's a lot of decaffeinated brands on the market that are just as tasty as the real thing.

Dr. Hathaway: What are you looking at? You're laborers; you should be laboring. That's what you get for not having an education.

Dr. Hathaway: Mitch, will you miss your friends?
Mitch: Uh, no sir, I think I intimidated most of them.

Chris: Self-realization. I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, when he said, "I drank what?"

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Rear Window (1954)

Stella: When two people love each other, they come together - Wham! - like two taxis on Broadway.

Lisa: How's your leg?
Jeff: Hurts a little.
Lisa: Your stomach?
Jeff: Empty as a football.
Lisa: Anything else bothering you?
Jeff: Yes, who are you?

Jeff: She wants me to marry her.
Stella: That's normal.
Jeff: I don't want to.
Stella: That's abnormal.

Lisa: Today's a very special day.
Jeff: It's just another Wednesday. The calendar's full of 'em.

Jeff: When am I going to see you again?
Lisa: [angry] Not for a long time... [softening] At least not until tomorrow night.

Jeff: Why does a man leave his house three times on a rainy night and comes back three times?
Lisa: Maybe he likes the way his wife welcomes him home.

Lisa: I wish I were creative.
Jeff: You are. You're great at creating difficult situations.

Jeff: He killed a dog last night because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why? Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented.
Doyle: Like an old hambone?
Jeff: I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife.

Stella: Let's go down there and find out what's burried in that garden.
Lisa: Why not? I've always wanted to meet Mrs. Thorwald.

Stella: Intelligence. Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence.

Doyle: Look Miss Fremont, that feminine intuituon stuff sells magazines, but in real life it's still a fairy tale.

Lisa: Jeff, you know if someone came in here, they wouldn't believe what they'd see? You and me with long faces plunged into despair because we find out a man didn't kill his wife. We're two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever known.

Stella: Must've splattered a lot.

Lisa: Tell me exactly what you saw and what you think it means.

Lisa: According to you, people should be born, live, and die in the same place.

Stella: We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. Yes sir. How's that for a bit of homespun philosophy?

Lisa: A murderer would never parade his crime in front of an open window.

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Return of the Jedi (1983)

Moff Jerjerrod: Lord Vader, this is an unexpected pleasure. We are honored by your presence-- Vader: --You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander. I'm here to put you *back* on schedule.
Moff Jerjerrod: I assure you, Lord Vader. My men are working as fast as they can.
Vader: Perhaps, I can find new ways to motivate them.
Moff Jerjerrod: I tell you, this station will be operational as planned.
Vader: The emperor does not share your optimistic appraisal of the situation.
Moff Jerjerrod: But, he asks the impossible. I need more men!
Vader: Then perhaps you can tell him when he arrives.
Moff Jerjerrod: The Emperor's coming here?!
Vader: That is correct, Commander. And, he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress.
Moff Jerjerrod: Then we shall double our efforts!
Vader: I hope so, Commander, for your sake. The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am.

Jabba the Hutt: This bounty hunter is my kind of scum: fearless and inventive.

Jabba the Hutt: Bring me Solo and the Wookiee! They will all suffer for this outrage.

Han: I think my eyes are getting better. Instead of a big dark blur I see a big light blur. Luke: There's nothing to see. I used to live here you know.
Han: You're gonna die here you know. Convenient.

Yoda: When nine hundred years old you reach, look as good you will not. Hmm?

Luke: Master Yoda, you can't die.
Yoda: Strong am I with the Force, but not that strong.

Han: Chewie and I will check it out, you two stay here.
Luke: Quietly. There may be more of them out there.
Han: Hey, it's me.

Emperor: Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design.

Emperor: Soon the Rebellion will be crushed and young Skywalker will be one of us!

C-3PO: I do believe they think I am some kind of god.
Han: Well, why don't you use your divine influence and get us out of this?
C-3PO: I beg your pardon General Solo, but that just wouldn't be proper.
Han: Proper???
C-3PO: It's against my programming to impersonate a deity.

Luke: If I don't make it back, you're the only hope for the Alliance.
Leia: Luke, don't talk that way. You have a power I don't understand and could never have.
Luke: You're wrong, Leia. You have that power too. In time you'll learn to use it as I have. The Force runs strong in my family. My father has it. I have it. And... my sister has it... Yes. It's you, Leia.
Leia: I know. Somehow, I've always known.

Imperial Officer: You Rebel scum.

Emperor: Take your Jedi weapon! Use it. Strike me down with all of your hatred and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!

Luke: Your overconfidence is your weakness.
Emperor: Your faith in your friends is yours.

Vader: Your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for... sister! So. You have a twin sister. Your feelings have now betrayed her, too. Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will.
Luke: No!

Vader: Luke, help me take this mask off.
Luke: But you'll die.
Vader: Nothing can stop that now. Just for once, let me look on you with my own eyes.

Han: I love you.
Leia: I know.

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Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves (1991)

Marian: Men speak conveniently of love when it serves their purpose, and when it doesn't, it tis a burden to them.

Friar Tuck: Let us open a bottle and do our best to save each other's souls.
Azeem: Alas, I am not permitted.
Friar Tuck: Fine then, you talk, I'll drink.

[Robbing a lady in a carriage.]
Robin: Milady, a woman of your beauty has no need for such... decorations.

[After causing Robin to fall in the river]
Will: There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross a river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope. Now look at him shiver... Beg for mercy rich boy!

Azeem: I once heard a wise man say there are no perfect men. Only perfect intentions.

Sheriff: I'm going to cut your heart out with a SPOON!
[After]
Guy of Gisbourne: Why a spoon, cousin? Why not...an ax -
Nottingham: Because it's *dull*, you twit, it'll hurt more!

Azeem: The hospitality in this country is as warm as the weather.

Azeem: Where I come from, we talk to our women. We do not drug them with plants.

Nottingham: Wait a minute. Robin Hood steals money from my pocket, forcing me to hurt the public, and they love him for it?
[Scribe nods]
That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas!

Nottingham (to a wench): You! My room. 10:30 tonight.
Nottingham (to another wench): You! 10:45... And bring a friend.

Robin: Any suggestions?
Azeem: Get up. Move faster.
Robin: Move faster. Great idea.

Robin: And you! You travel five thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered!
Azeem: I fulfill my vows when I choose to.
Robin: Which does not include prayer time, meal time, or any time I'm outnumbered six to one!
Azeem: You whine like a mule. You are still alive.

Robin: How many?
Azeem: 20.
Robin: 20?
Bull (further away): How many?
Robin: 5!
[after Azeem gives him a look] He can't count anyway.

Friar Tuck: This is grain, which any fool can eat, but for which the Lord intended a more divine means of consumption. Let us give praise to our maker and glory to his bounty by learning about... BEER!

Mortianna: ...recruit the beasts that share our god.
Nottingham: Animals?
Mortianna: From the North!
Nottingham: You mean.. CELTS! They drink the blood of their dead.
Mortianna: Yoke their strength.
Nottingham: Hired thugs... Ahh, brilliant.

[Notthingham bursts in a stabs the table multiple times with a knife, while at the same time screaming in frustration.]
Mortianna: Something vexes thee?

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The Rock (1996)

Hummel: "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." Thomas Jefferson.
Mason: "Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious," according to Oscar Wilde.
[Hummel strikes him and Mason falls to his knees.]
Mason: Thank you for making my point.

Mason: I'm fed up saving your ass. I'm amazed you made it past puberty.

[About killing.]
Goodspeed: How do you... do it?
Mason: I was trained by the best. British intelligence. But in retrospect I would rather have been a poet. Or a farmer.
Goodspeed: Okay.

Goodspeed: I drive a Volvo. A beige one.

Hummel: Put the phone down.
Baxter: I'm calling them Frank, I'm asking for more time.
Hummel: You're being asked by a friend.
[Baxter continues.]
Hummel: You're being ordered by a superior officer!
[Baxter continues. Hummell draws.]
Hummel: Now, you're being given your last chance by a man with a gun.

Mason: When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead or in jail which is the same thing.

Carla: You didn't really mean what you said about bringing a child into this world being an act of cruelty, did you?
Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.
Carla: Stanley, you said it seven and a half seconds ago!
Goodspeed: Well, gee, kind of a lot's happened since then.

Goodspeed: Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the cat again, been into it ever since.

Anderson: Have you ever been in a combat situation?
Goodspeed: Define combat, sir.
Anderson: Shep...
Shephard: An incursion underwater to retake an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of US Marines in possesion of 81 hostages and 15 guided rockets armed with VX poison gas.
Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no, sir.

Goodspeed: I'd take pleasure in guttin' you boy. I'd take pleasure... in guttin' you... boy. I'd... take... pleasure... in guttin' you... boy.

Anderson: God knows I agree with you, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud, but like you I swore to defend this nation from all enemies, foreign sir, and domestic.

Goodspeed: I love pressure. I eat it for breakfast.

Goodspeed: Hi, I'm an agent with the Federal... FBI... I'm Stanley Goodspeed.
Mason: But of course you are.
Goodspeed: Of course.
Mason: And you have an emergency.
Goodspeed: Right.
Mason: And you need my help.
Goodspeed: Exactly right.
Mason: Coffee?
Goodspeed: No, I'm fine, thank you.
Mason: Offer me coffee.

Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Goodspeed: I'll do my best.
Mason: Your best. Losers always wine about their best. Winners go home and f*** the prom queen!
Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen.
Mason: Really?
Goodspeed: Yeah!

Mason: I'm sure all this will make a great bed time story for your kids.
Goodspeed: Are you kidding! They'll have nightmares. I'll end up spending all my money on shrinks.

Goodspeed: You mean I'm going out there, under the water?
Womack: Earlier you wanted a gun. Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.

Goodspeed: Actually, I'm a biochemical superfreak, but I still need a gun.

Baxter: I thought you weren't ready to kill.
Hummel: I'm warmin' up.

Mason: This is more enjoyable than my average day... reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the washrooms... though, it's less of a problem these days... maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

Goodspeed: You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?
Mason: What, the feet thing?
Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.
Mason: Yeah, it happens.
Goodspeed: Yeah, well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
Mason: Like what, kill him again?

Mason: I have a unique knowledge of this prison facility. I was formerly a guest here.

Goodspeed: I like history too. Maybe when this is over we can to the souvenir shop.

Mason: I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela. Maybe you want me to run for president.

Hummel: The men of marine force recon are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout the world. When they don't come home, their families are told fairy tales about what happened to them... and denied compensation. Well, I have choked on these lies my entire career! Well here and now the lies stop!

Goodspeed: Glass or plastic, glass or plastic?!

Anderson: Make no mistake, gentlemen. We are in the fight of our lives, against one of the greatest battalion commanders of the Vietnam War, I s*** you not.

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Romancing the Stone (1984)

Jack: What did you do, wake up this morning and say, "Today, I'm going to ruin a man's life"?

Jack: One hell of a morning has turned into a b**** of a day!

Joan: These were Italian.
Jack: Now they're practical.

Grogan: What's it gonna be, Angelina?
Joan [voiceover]: It was Grogan: the filthiest, dirtiest, dumbest excuse for a man west of the Missouri River.
Grogan: You can die two ways: quick like the tongue of a snake, or slower than the molasses in January.
Joan [voiceover]: But it was October.
Grogan: I'll kill you, goddammit, if it's the Fourth of July! Where is it? Uhh. Get over there!
Joan [voiceover]: I told him to get out, now that he had what he came for.
Grogan: Not quite. [spits] Take 'em off. Do it! Come on!
[Angelina kills Grogan by throwing a concealed knife.]
Joan [voiceover]: That was the end of Grogan... the man who killed my father, raped and murdered my sister, burned my ranch, shot my dog, and stole my Bible!

[After reading Joan's new novel based on her adventure]
Gloria: Joanie, you are now a WORLD-CLASS hopeless romantic.
Joan: No, hopeful. Hopeful romantic.

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Romeo + Juliet (1996)

Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterious, and it pricks like thorn.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets!
Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

Romeo: He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!

Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented.

Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.

Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?

Romeo: Has my heart loved 'till now? Foreswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night.

Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!

Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.

Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo: What shall I swear by?
Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by the gracious self which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.

Anchorwoman: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.

Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.

Romeo: I am Fortune's Fool!

Juliet: You kiss by the book.

Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.

Anchorwoman: Two households, both alike in dignity. In Fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.

Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!

Romeo: With a kiss, I die.

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Romy and Michele's High School Reunion (1997)

Romy: The truth is you are a mean person with an ugly heart and, quite frankly, we don't give a flying f*** what you think!

Romy: Swear to God, sometimes I wish I was a lesbian.
Michele: Do you want to try, to see if we are?
Romy: What? Yeah, right, Michelle. Just the idea of having sex with another woman creeps me out. But if we're still single at 30, ask me again.
Michele: Okay.

Christy: So, Mi-chelle! What are you up to?
Michele: Actually I invented a special kind of glue.
Christy: Oh really? Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving us a detailed account of how exactly you concocted this miracle glue, would you?
Michele: No. Um, well, ordinarily when you make glue first you need to thermoset your resin and then after it cools you have to mix in a Poxide which is really just a fancy schmancy name for any simple oxyginated adhesive, right? And then I thought maybe, just maybe, you could raise the viscosity by adding a complex glucose derivative during the emulsification process and it turns out I was right.

Christy: Thanks a lot, Romy.
Romy: What?
Christy: Thanks for stealing my boyfriend!
Romy: What are you talking about?
Christy: Billy just broke up with me. Apparently he's had a crush on you since Mr. Roswell's class and now that he knows that you like him, he doesn't want to pretend with me anymore. My life was perfect and you ruined it! Oh!
Romy: I swear to God, Christy, I didn't even think he'd dance with me!
Michele: Wow, she is really P.O.'d. This is so cool!
Romy: I know. It's like I had this dream where Billy was like in love with me, and he was in a wheelchair, but still, it's like it's coming true!

Heather: OK, cowboy, I don't know what your trip is, but if this is some kind of a sick game... If you f*** with me, in any way, I will rip each and every appendage from your body, starting with your dick. Capice?

Michele: I'm the Mary, and you're the Rhoda.
Romy: *You're* the Rhoda, you're the Jewish one.

Heather: This dress exacerbates the genetic betrayal that is my legacy.
Michele: OK, I don't even know what you're talking about cause of those words, but come here.

Michele: Did you lose weight?
Romy: Actually, I have been trying this new fat free diet I invented. All I've had to eat for the past six days are gummy bears, jelly beans, and candy corns.
Michele: God, I wish I had your discipline.

Michele: I hope your babies look like monkeys!

Michele: Oh my God, you did it!
Romy: Yeah, I did.
Michele: What did you have to do?
Romy: I had to give everyone in the service department hand jobs.
Michele: Well, while you were doing that, I made us a tape of all the nostalgic songs from high school to get us in the mood.
Romy: Michele?
Michele: What?
Romy: Do you really think I would do that?... For a car?... Just get in.
Michele: O.K.

Romy: Hey, um, great suit. Is that an Armani?
Suit Salesman: Yes. Yes, it is.
Romy: I thought so. So, what do you do?
Suit Salesman: I'm a suit salesman.
Romy: Would you excuse me? I cut my foot before and my shoe is filling up with blood.

Michele: You look so good with blond hair and black roots it's like not even funny.

Romy: You have absolutely no proof that you're cuter.
Michele: Oh, proof. You want proof? Ok, fine. Who lost their virginity first?
Romy: Oh, big wow, with your cousin Barry. I wouldn't brag about it.

Michele: Remember the prom? You got so thin by then.
Romy: Oh, I know. I was so lucky getting mono. That was like the best diet ever.

Michele: You know, even though we've watched Pretty Woman like thirty-six times, I never get tired of making fun of it.

Michele: You know, even though I had to wear that stupid back brace and you were kind of fat, we were still totally cutting edge.

Romy: Heather, um, has anyone ever told you that smoking can kill you?
Heather: No. No one. Thank you.

Romy: So are you going to the reunion?
Heather: [holding a cigarette] I'd rather put this out in my a**.

Romy: I've been killing myself for eight days and I gained a pound.
Michele: That's impossible. Did you deduct sixteen pounds for your shoes?

Romy: Isn't it weird when you're not friends with your friends anymore? I mean, Michele and I just fell out of touch about two hours ago.

[The secret of her cigarette paper invention.]
Heather: Twice the taste in half the time for the gal on the go.

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A Room with a View (1986)

Charlotte: I shall never forgive myself.
Lucy: You always say that, Charlotte. And then you always do forgive yourself.

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)

Player: We're actors! We're the opposite of people!

Player: For a handful of coin I happen to have a private and uncut performance of "The Rape of the Sabine Women," or rather woman, or rather Alfred, and for eight you can participate.

Player: We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.
Guildenstern: Is that what people want?
Player: It's what we do.

Guildenstern: All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it's like being ambushed by a grotesque.

Rosencrantz: Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, 'Well. At least I'm not dead.'

Rosencrantz: Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that you don't go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it.

Guildenstern: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Rosencrantz: Or just as mad.
Guildenstern: Or just as mad.
Rosencrantz: And he does both.
Guildenstern: So there you are.
Rosencrantz: Stark raving sane.

Rosencrantz: Shouldn't we be doing something... constructive?
Guildenstern: What did you have in mind? A short, blunt human pyramid?

Rosencrantz: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
Guildenstern: No, no, no... Death is "not." Death isn't. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not be on a boat.
Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats.
Guildenstern: No, no... What you've been is not on boats.

Rosencrantz: So, we've got a letter which explains everything.
Guildenstern: You've got it!
Rosencrantz: I thought you had it.
Guildenstern: I do have it
Rosencrantz: You have it?
Guildenstern: You've got it!
Rosencrantz: I don't get it!

Rosencrantz: What a shambles! We're just not getting anywhere! Not even England. And I don't believe in it anyway.
Guildenstern: In what?
Rosencrantz: England.
Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, you mean?

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The Running Man (1987)

Richards: Now I'm gonna untie you, and then you're gonna get dressed, and then you're gonna come with me.
Amber: Oh yeah? But why should I?
Richards: Because I'm gonna say "please"...
[Richards tears up the bench Amber is tied to from the floor it was bolted to]
Amber: Well, why didn't you say so?

Amber: I warn you I get sick. Car sick, air sick. And I'm going to throw up all over *you*. Richards: That's ok. On this shirt, it won't show.

[Talking to the operator on the telephone]
Killian: Hello, this is Killian. Give me the Justice Department, Entertainment Division.

Killian: This is television, that's all it is. It has nothing to do with people, it's to do with ratings! For fifty years, we've told them what to eat, what to drink, what to wear... for Christ's sake, Ben, don't you understand? Americans love television. They wean their kids on it. Listen. They love game shows, they love wrestling, they love sports and violence. So what do we do? We give 'em what they want! We're number one, Ben, that's all that counts, believe me. I've been in the business for thirty years.

Richards: Killian! I'll be back!
Killian: Only in a rerun.

[Referring to dead bodies]
Amber: They're running men. Last season's winners.
Fireball: No. Last season's losers.

Richards: I'm not into politics. I'm into survival.

Killian: You b******! Drop dead!
Richards: I don't do requests.

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Rush Hour (1998)

Carter: Fifty million dollars?! Who do you think you just kidnaped? Chelsea Clinton?!

Carter: You in the United States of James Carter. I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I - Michael Jackson. You - Tito!

Lee: We can chill in my crib. I will show you my hood.

Lee: Some people like to talk a lot. I like to listen to people who like to talk a lot so I can see how full of s*** they are.

Lee: We are both full of s***. Let's go.

Carter: I've been lookin' for your sweet-and-sour scrawny chicken a**.

Lee: Ah! Beach Boys!
Carter: Aw hell no! I know you didn't just touch my radio! Lee: Beach Boys is great American music.
Carter: Beach Boys is gonna get your a** whooped. You never touch a black man's radio, boy! Maybe that works in China but it can get you killed over here.