The Terminator (1984)

Reese: You still don't get it, do you? He'll find her. That's what he does. That's all he does! You can't stop him! He'll wade through you, reach down her throat, and pull her f***ing heart out!

Reese: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect it.

Reese: John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn't know why at the time. It was very old, torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that momnet. I memorized every line, every curve. I came across time for you, Sarah, I love you, I always have.

Reese: Listen! And understand! That terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with! It can't be reasoned with! It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!

Terminator: The .45 Long Slide, with laser sighting.
Clerk: These are brand new; we just got these in. That's a good gun. Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss. Anything else?
Terminator: Phased-plasma rifle in the forty watt range.
Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal.

[The Terminator is naked after arriving in the present.]
Punk 1: Nice night for a walk, eh?
Terminator: Nice night for a walk.
Punk 2: Wash day tomorrow. Nothing clean, right?
Terminator: Nothing clean, right.
Punk 1: This guy's a couple beers short of a six-pack!
Terminator: Your clothes. Give them to me, now.
Punk 1: Hey, f*** you, a******!

[The Terminator is loading a rifle in the shop]
Clerk: You can't do that!
Terminator (shooting him): Wrong.

Reese: Come with me if you want to live!

Reese: Cyborgs don't feel pain... I do. Don't do that again.

Silbermann: How are you supposed to get back?
Reese: I can't. Nobody gets home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him - and me.

Terminator: I'll be back.

Super: Hey, buddy, you got a dead cat in there or what?
[Terminator visualizes a list of possible responses to get rid of him.]
Terminator: F*** you, a******.

Sarah: You're terminated, f***er.

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Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)

Sarah (voice over): 3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare: the war against the machines. The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet, sent two Terminators back through time. Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human resistance, John Connor, my son. The first Terminator was sent to strike at me in the year 1984. It failed. The second was set to strike at John himself when he was still a child. As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior, a protector for John. It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.

[The Terminator hoists a huge chain gun and smiles.]
John: It's definitely you.

Terminator: The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
Sarah: And Skynet fights back.

Sarah (voice over): Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down: Skynet, Judgment Day, the history of things to come. It's not everyday you hear that you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. He took it pretty well.
Dyson: I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

Sarah: How are you supposed to know? F***ing men like you built the hydrogen bomb. Men like you thought it up. You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something; to create a life; to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death...
John: Mom.
Sarah: ...and destruction...
John: Mom! We need to be a little more constructive here, okay?

John: No, no, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don't say "affirmative," or some s*** like that. You say "no problemo." And if someone comes on to you with an attitude you say "eat me." And if you want to shine them on it's "hasta la vista, baby."
Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby.
John: Yeah! Or "later dickwad." And if someone gets upset you say, "chill out"! Or you can do combinations.
Terminator: Chill out, dickwad.
John: Great! See, you're getting it!
Terminator: No problemo.

Terminator: It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.

[One-armed and battered after confronting the T-1000.]
Terminator: I need a vacation.

[Dyson's personal code fails to access the computer room.]
Terminator: Let me try mine. [Blasts door open.]

[John wants to get some things from home.]
Terminator: Negative. The T1000 will defintely try to reacquire you there.
John: You sure?
Terminator: I would.

Terminator: Why do you cry?
John: You mean people?
Terminator: Yes.
John: I dont' know. We just cry. You know, when it hurts.
Terminator: Pain causes it?
John: No, it's when there's nothing wrong with you, but you cry anyway. You get it?
Terminator: No.

Terminator: What's the dog's name?
John: Max.
Terminator [in John's voice]: Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking? Is he alright?
Janelle: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
Terminator: [hangs up] Your foster parents are dead.

John: You just can't go around killing people.
Terminator: Why?
John: What do you mean why? 'Cause you can't.
Terminator: Why?
John: Because you just can't, OK? Trust me on this.

John: We've got company.
Dyson: Police?
Sarah: How many?
John: Uh, all of them, I think.

Terminator: I need your clothes, boots and your motorcycle!
Biker: You forgot to say please...

Silberman: I'm sure it feels very real to you.
Sarah: On August 29th, 1997, it's gonna feel pretty f***ing real to you too. Anybody not wearing 2 million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?

John (to Terminator): Now don't take this the wrong way, but you're a terminator, right?

John: You're not here to kill me - I figured out that for myself. So what's the deal?
Terminator: My mission is to protect you.
John: Yeah? Who sent you?
Terminator: You did. 35 years from now you reprogrammed me to be your protector here - in this time.
John: This is deep...

[John is by a telephone booth, wanting to call home]
John (to Terminator): You got a quarter?

[After promising John not to kill anybody, he shoots a guard in the legs. John begins to protest]
Terminator: He'll live.

Silbermann: You broke my arm!
Sarah: There's 215 bones in the human body. That's one.

Terminator: Come with me if you want to live!

Sarah (to Terminator): So, what's your story?

Terminator: Stay here, I'll be back!

T-1000: Say... That's a nice bike...

Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby!

Terminator: I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do.

Sarah (voice over): If a machine, a terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.

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That Thing You Do! (1996)

Phil: A hit record is like a stew. All the ingredients have to come together just right. Otherwise, it's just soup.

Mr. White: You guys look great in black, have I told you that?

Mr. White: You guys look great in gold, have I told you that?

Mr. White: You guys look great in red, have I told you that?

Lenny: Where was I? Oh yeah, playing songs on my guitar.

Jimmy: I should've dumped you in Pittsburgh!

Guy: We used to get all crazy up in Erie, Pennsylvania!
Lenny: Yeah! One time, we stayed up past midnight!

[The band is paid for its first night's work, and the boss lays out an extra bill]
Villapiano: Know what this is?
Lenny: Presidential flashcards?
Villapiano: Nope. A bonus. And do you know why?
Lenny: I have no idea.

Fan: Hey, when are you gonna play "That Thing You Do!"?

Fan: We came here to meet girls and dance, and we can't meet girls until we dance!

Lenny: There he goes, off to his room, to write that hit song, "Alone In My Principles."

Mr. White: I don't want any of this lover's lament crap. I want something peppy, something happy, something up-tempo. I want something snappy.

Lenny: I play a lot of cards. Obviously. Wanna see my deck? [he flashes his cards] See? You gotta be quick! You gotta be quick with me! I'm from Erie, P.A.!

Freddy: Miss Diane Dane! There she is. Diane Dane. Look at that dress, huh? That's a... that's a... gold dress.

[during TV interview with band]
Lenny: Oh, I'm not here with these fellas. I've got a pig in competition over at the livestock pavilion, and I am going to win that blue ribbon!

Faye: You mean actually make a record? A record record, record?

Mr. White: You know, Horace was right about you, Guy; you are the smart one. Lenny is the fool, Jimmy is the... talent, and Faye is... well, now, Faye is special, isn't she? And you are the smart one. That's what I think, anyway.

Lenny: You see, we're not "The Wonders" right now. We're "Cap'n Geech and the Shrimp Shack Shooters".

[After Guy has gotten into a conversation with his idol, Del Paxton.]
Marguerite: Look at you. You're no good to me now.

Faye: Was she a good kisser?
Guy: Yeah.
Faye: Yeah?
Guy: It would be ungentlemanly of me to elaborate.

Guy: When was the last time you were decently kissed? I mean, really, honestly good and kissed?

Mr. White: Any questions? Don't ask. I'm tired of talking to you and I want to sleep.

[Asked whether his shades are prescription or just to look cool.]
Guy: Well, I am the drummer.

[When Jimmy is reluctant to sign a managment contract.]
Lenny: Are you crazy? A man in a really nice camper wants to put our song on the radio! Gimme a pen, I'm signin'! You're singin'! We're all signin'!

Mr. Patterson: Darlene, you just got promoted.
Darlene: You mean you're gonna start paying me?
Mr. Patterson: I didn't say that.

Mr. White: This Oneders thing, with the o-n-e, it doesn't work. It's confusing. From now on, you're just the Wonders.

Lenny: Hey, wasn't that our fan?

Faye: I have wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you--kisses that I thought were special because of your lips and your smile and all your color and life. I used to think that was the real you, when you smiled. But now I know you don't mean any of it. You just save it for all your songs. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.

Guy: I... am... Spartacus!

Lenny: So how long have you worked at Play-tone?
Receptionist: How long have you been wearing such tight paints?
Lenny: Hey, if that's a pick-up line we're a match made in heaven.

[When a bandmember objects to signing a contract]
Lenny: Are you crazy? A man in a really nice camper wants to put our songs on the radio.

Guy: I'm Guy Patterson, I'm from Erie, Pennsylvania, I'm in a band called The Wonders and we just cut a record, we're out here on the coast and I play the drums and I have all your records well not all of them but a lot of them but ah at least I did until some of them got swiped when I was stationed in Germany and you were playing in Germany at the time that I was stationed there, but you know what I couldn't see you because you were playing in Hamberg and I was stationed in Munich but I listen to your records and I think you're great. [takes a breath] You are my biggest fan.
Dell Paxton: Thanks.

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The Three Amigos! (1986)

Lucky: Well, we're just gonna have to use our brains.
Ned and Dusty: D*** it!

El Guapo: Are Gringos falling from the sky?!
Jefe: Yes, El Guapo.

Mr. Flugelman: Do you know what "nada" means?
Ned: Isn't that a light chicken gravy?

Mexican girl: Which one do you like?
Other Mexican girl: I like the one that's not so smart.
Mexican girl: Which one is that?

Bartender: We don't have beer. Just tequila.
Ned: What's tequila?
Bartender: Uh, it's like beer.

Jefe: We have stuffed many pinatas for your birthday celebration!
El Guapo: How many pinatas?
Jefe: Many pinatas, many!
El Guapo: Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of pinatas?
Jefe: Yes, El Guapo. You have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?

Rosita: I was thinking later, you could kiss me on the veranda.
Dusty: Lips would be fine.

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Three Men and a Baby (1987)

[Changing a diaper.]
Michael: How can something so small make so much of something so disgusting?

Michael: She made a doodle. Your turn to change her.
Peter: I'll give you a thousand bucks if you do it.

Jack: Angelyne! Whew! Boy, you look different. What happened?
Angelyne: I'm dressed.

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The Three Musketeers (1993)

Porthos: This sash was a gift to me, from the Queen of America.
D'Artagnan: There's no queen of America!
Porthos: I beg to differ, infant. We're on quite intimate terms, unless you can prove otherwise.

D'Artagnan: But what about the Musketeers?
Porthos: Go home boy. Find a wench. Have fat babies and live a good long life.

Porthos: Rochfort. Isn't that a smelly kind of cheese?

Guard: Do you intend to resist?
Porthos: Oh don't be so stupid, of course we intend to resist! Just give us a minute! [To his comrades:] Five of them, three of us. Hardly seems fair.
Aramis: Maybe we should give them a chance to surrender.
D'Artganan: Excuse me, there's four of us.
Athos: It isn't your fight. You're not a Musketeer.
D'Artagnan: I may not wear the tunic, but I believe I have the heart of a Musketeer.
Porthos: Warrior?
Aramis: Poet!
Athos: You got a name, boy?
D'Artagnan: D'Artagnan.
Athos: Athos, Porthos, Aramis.
D'Artagnan: Pleased to meet you again.
Aramis: Pleasure.
Porthos: Everyone acquainted?
[The four whirl around and unsheath their swords.]
Porthos: *Now,* we are ready to resist you!

D'Artagnan: As morning hues of sunswept...
Aramis: Fire!
D'Artagnan: ...fire caress your... poisoned face.
[Aramis looks pained. D'Artagnan gives up, and sweeps the bar maid into a kiss.]
Porthos: I declare, the boy's a natural!

Porthos: A lively tune... I'm inspired to dance!

Porthos: Champagne?
Athos: We're in the middle of a chase, Porthos.
Porthos: You're right - something red.

Porthos: For a chase, the Cardinal recommends his excellent '24 Cabernet.
Porthos (to D'Artagnan): You can't have any, you're too young.
Athos: Take the reins, boy.

Porthos: The picnic was delicious, the wine was excellent, remind me to send the Cardinal a note.

Milady: There was a time when I would have given my life for a kind word from you.

Richelieu: One for all and more for me.

Anne: I would rather die!
Richelieu: That can be arranged!

Louis: This world is an uncertain realm, filled with danger. Honor underminded by the pursuit of power, freedom sacrificed when the weak are oppressed by the strong. But there are those who oppose these powerful forces, who dedicate their lives to truth, honor, and freedom. These men are known as Musketeers. Rise, D'Artagnan, and join them.

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Titanic (1997)

[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror.]
Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last used it... The reflection's changed a bit.

Old Rose: It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

Cal: God, not those fingerpaintings again. They sure were a waste of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. Like being in a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.

Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already! ...Very small, of course.

Molly: You shine up like a new penny.

Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills which you can command. I am your fiancee.
Cal: My fian... my fiancee! My *wife* in practice if not yet by law and you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Am I in any way unclear?
Rose: No.

Jack: That's the one good thing about Paris: there's a lot of girls willing to take their clothes off.

[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring.]
Jack: My God! You would've gone straight to the bottom.

[Trying to stop Rose from commiting suicide by jumping from the ship.]
Jack: I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I don't see a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here.
Rose: You're crazy!
Jack: That's what everybody says, but with all due respect miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.

Rose: It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.
Cal: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundered feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.

Jack: I love waking up in the morning not knowing where I'm gonna go or who I'm gonna meet. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am, on the grandest ship in the world, having champagne with you fine people.

Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.

[Upon boarding the ship with Fabrizio.]
Jack: We are the luckiest sons a' b****es in the world, you know that?

Jack: I'm the king of the world!

Ismay: So you've not lit the last four boilers then?
Smith: No, I do not see the need. We are making excellent time.
Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic, now I want them to marvel at her speed, too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!

Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship.

Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: And spit like a man!
Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?

Cal: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife.

Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it.

Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. Jack: He does landscapes.

Molly: Who came up with the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas of the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.

Ruth: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson.
Jack: The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.

Jack: Wait, just let me try and get this out. Rose you're... [pause] I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket and nothing to offer you, and I know that. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away until I know you'll be alright.
Rose: Well, I'll be fine. Really.
Jack: Really? They've got you trapped Rose and if you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong, but soon, that fire that I love so much about you Rose, that fire's going to burn out.
Rose: It's not up to you to save me Jack.
Jack: I know, only you can do that.

[Upon being offered a lifebelt.]
Guggenheim: No thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.

Tommy: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.

Andrews: The pumps will buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And she *will*. It is a mathematical certainty.

Tommy: That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a s***.
Jack: That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things.
Tommy: Like we could forget.

Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they aren't too crowded.
Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.
Cal: Not the better half.
Molly: Come on Ruth, first-class seats are right up here.
Cal: You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot more by morning. Rose: You unimaginable bastard!

Cal: You're a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you.

Old Rose: I saw my whole life as if I had already lived it. An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared... or even noticed.

Rose: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?"
Jack: No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her feel she had no way out?

Rose: J.J., Madeline, This is Jack Dawson.
Astor: Hello Jack. Are you of the Boston Dawsons?
Jack: No, the, uh, Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.
Astor: Oh yes...

Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes.
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend on writing a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this. You're gonna go on, and make lots of babies, and watch them grow. You're gonna die an old lady, warm in her bed. Not here, not this night. Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. Promise me now Rose, no matter what happens, or how hopeless.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.

Old Rose: Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait: wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution which would never come.

Old Rose: A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved.

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Total Recall (1990)

Cohaagen: I'll blow this place up and be home in time for corn flakes!

Dr. Edgemar: Hold still or you'll be psychotic.

Quaid: If I am not me, den who da hell am I?

Quaid: I'll be back!

[After shooting his "wife"]
Quaid: Consider that a divorce!

[After kicking Quaid in the crotch]
Lori: That's for making me come to Mars. You know how much I hate this F***ING PLANET!

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Toy Story (1995)

Buzz: You are a sad, strange, little man. You have my pity. Farewell.

[Mr. Potato Head rearranges his facial features crazily.]
Mr. Potato Head: Look I'm Picasso.
Hamm: I don't get it.

Buzz: I've set my laser from stun to kill.
Woody: Oh, great! If anyone attacks we can blink em' to death!

Buzz: To infinity, and beyond!

[Mr. Potato Head watches hopefully as Andy open Christmas presents.]
Mr. Potato Head: Please let it be a Mrs. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Mrs... Hey, I can dream can't I?

Mr Potato Head: What, did you take Stupid Pills this morning?

Woody: Wait a minute, I just lit a rocket... rockets explode! AAHH!!

Woody: Tuesday's plastic corrosion awareness meeting was a big success.

Hamm: Yes sir, we're next month's garage sale fodder for sure.

Woody: Look, we're all very impressed with Andy's new toy.
Buzz: Toy?
Woody: T-O-Y, toy.
Buzz: Excuse me, I think the word you're searching for is "space ranger".
Woody: The word I'm searching for, I can't say, because there's preschool toys present.

Buzz: I just want you to know that even though you tried to terminate me, revenge is not an idea we promote on my planet.
Woody: Oh. Well, that's good.
Buzz: But we're not on my planet, are we?

Woody: What chance does a toy like me have against a Buzz Lightyear action figure?

Rex: I'm from Mattel. Well, actually I'm from a smaller company that was purchased by Mattel in a leveraged buyout.

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Tron (1982)

Crom: Look. This... is all a mistake. I'm just a compound interest program. I work at a savings and loan! I can't play these video games!
Guard: Sure you can, pal. Look like a natural athlete if I ever saw one.
Crom: Who, me? Are you kidding? No, I run out to check on T-bill rates, I get outta breath. Hey, look, you guys are gonna make my user, Mr. Henderson, very angry. He's a full-branch manager.
Guard: Great. Another religious nut.

[Disappointed with Sark.]
MCP: You've enjoyed all the power you've been given, haven't you? I wonder how you'd take to working in a pocket calculator.

Dumont: Yes I'm old. Old enough to remember when the MCP was just a chess program!

Flynn: On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy.

MCP: You're in trouble, program. Why don't you make it easy on yourself. Who's your user?
CLU: Forget it, mister high-and-mighty Master Control! You're not going to make me talk!
MCP: Suit yourself.

Sark: The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the game grid.

Sark: What kind of program is he?
MCP: He's not any kind of program, Sark. He's a user.
Sark: A user?!
MCP: What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous.
Sark: Users... well, I mean... users wrote us. A user even wrote you!
MCP: No one user wrote me! I was millions of their man-years!

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Troop Beverly Hills (1989)

Phyllis: Oh, what glorious patches!
Jamie: Thank you, ma'am.
Phyllis: Where can I buy them?
Cleo: Ma'am, you don't buy them, you earn them.
Phyllis: Oh! Like jewelry!

Phyllis: You never give me credit for anything I do.
Freddy: That's because you never do anything!

Freddy: You had so much energy, you were so creative, I couldn't wait to see what you'd do with it. And see, now I know what you did with it. You Went Shopping!
Phyllis: Hey, I went shopping, Buster, to furnish your perfect house, to build your perfect image, to be your perfect Beverly Hills wife!

Claire: So much for being normal.

Phyllis: Her recommendations for a campsite were totally unsuitable. There were no outlets. And there was dirt, and bugs, and... and it rains there. So anyway, we've found a place that's much more us: the Beverly Hills Hotel.

Phyllis: I may be a beginner at some things, but I've got a black belt in shopping!

Velda: You call this roughing it?
Phyllis: One bathroom for nine people? Yes.

Rosa: Patches? We don't need no stinkin patches.

Freddy: If you contributed anymore to this marriage, we would be on welfare.

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True Lies (1994)

Harry: Helen... Helen... Helen... is having an affair.
Gib: Welcome to the club!

Samir: Is there anything you'd like to tell me before we start?
Harry: Yeah: I'm going to kill you pretty soon.

Gib: What kind of a sick b**** takes the ice cube trays out of the freezer?

Faisil: They call him the Sand Spider.
Trilby: Why?
Faisil: Probably because it sound scary.

[To Dana, who's wearing a helmet.]
Gib: Yeah, I remember the first time I got shot out of a cannon.

Simon: Would a spy pee himself?

Harry: Ask me a question I would normally lie to.
Helen: Are we going to die?
Harry: Yup!

Gib: Kids - 10 seconds of joy, 30 years of misery.

Helen: Have you ever killed anyone?
Harry: Yeah, but they were all bad.

[While launching a Harrier missile, from which Salim Abu Aziz is hanging]
Harry: You're fired!

Gib: Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't kill 'em!

[After watching her husband kill dozens of men]
Helen: I married Rambo!

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The Truth About Cats & Dogs (1996)

Cosmetics Saleslady: We also have this new face cream which neutralizes the free radicals that attack the skin. Let me ask you: what's your skin regime?
Abby: My regime? The regime from which the radicals are trying to get free? Are we selling face cream or staging a coup?

Abby: Did you call me?
Roy: What?
Abby: I heard 'dumb b****.' I assumed you were talking to me.
Roy: I was talking to her.
Abby: Your name is dumb b**** TOO? No wonder I keep getting all of your mail! You know, we could be related. There are a lot of us dumb b****es here in LA.

Abby: If I was a guy, I think women would like, line up to go out with me. I'm smart. I have a good sense of humor. I make a great living.
Noelle: I'd f*** you.
Abby: Thank you, honey. I know you would.

Noelle: You and I combined make the perfect woman.
Abby: No. You and I combined make the perfect political prisoner. What we really do well is act self-righteous and starve.

Noelle: Let's get s***-faced and see what happens.

Abby: We can love our pets, we just can't LOVE our pets.

Abby: How'd it go?
Brian: He snored, but we stood it.
Abby: How'd you do it?
Brian: He slept on my face so I couldn't hear him.

Noelle: You gotta have a boyfriend, don't you? Otherwise it's just you, a cat, and 40 candles on your birthday cake.

Abby: You burp and guys think its adorable. You puke and they line up to hold your hair back.

Noelle: What's wrong, Abby?
Abby: Nothing that a rooftop and an AK-47 won't take care of.

Noelle: What is this? Is this cat hair?
Abby: I'm shedding. I'm extremely nervous.

Noelle: Disappointment doesn't kill.
Abby: Right...rejection kills. Disappointment only maims.

Noelle: I don't eat anything so I can look good on the outside, but on the inside, there's nothing.

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Twister (1996)

Dusty: "The Suck Zone." It's the point basically when the twister... sucks you up. That's not the technical term for it, obviously.

[Spotting a tornado.]
Beltzer: That's no moon. That's a space station!

Rabbit: Uh... yeah, trust me. Rabbit is good, Rabbit is wise.

[About Bill's new fiancee.]
Bill: She's a...she's a therapist.
Jo: Oh. ...Yours?
Bill: Christ, you couldn't resist, could you?
Jo: What? I'm not saying you *need* therapy.
Bill: What? Wait, wait, wait, I need therapy?
Jo: I didn't say that.
Bill: What could I possible need a therapist for? Huh? You're the doctor, tell me!
Jo: I don't know... inability to finish things?
Bill: "Inability to finish things"!
Jo: Maybe rushing into things you can't quite commit to.
Bill: Commitment?
Jo: You asked!

Jo: Can I drive?
Bill: NO!
Jo: Then would you?
Bill: [noticing truck going off the road] WHOA!

Dusty: Red meat, we crave sustenance!

[Bill needs Jo's signature on divorce papers.]
Jo: So you want the papers?
Bill: I did drive all the way out here for 'em.
Jo: They're signed and ready.
Bill: Good, good. Let's see 'em.
Jo: Do you need them right this second?
Bill: Well, it'd be nice.
Jo: What's the urgent urgency? You act like you're getting married.
Bill: I am.
Jo: [after a shocked pause] Wow.
Bill: Yeah.
Jo: Is it Melinda?
Bill: Melissa.
Jo: Wasn't there a Melinda in there somewhere?
Bill: No, there's only been Melissa since you.
Jo: Boy, not much for browsing are you?

Melissa: When you used to tell me that you chase tornadoes, deep down I thought it was just a metaphor.