Peaches: What's it like being a parent?
Ben: Every corny thing you've heard about having a kid is completely and utterly true... It's the only reason we're here.
Admiral Parnell: President Truman has chosen you and your crew to lead a highly classified mission.
Lou Clark: I don't do much, okay. I go to work and I go to home and that's it.
Will Traynor: Wow, your life is even duller than mine.
Lina Zander: Doris! Are you there? Are you there?
Doris Zander: Yes.
Chirrut Îmwe: I'm one with the Force, and the Force is with me.
Holly March: Dad, there's like whores here and stuff.
Holland March: Sweetheart, how many times have I told you? Don't say "and stuff." Just say "dad, there are whores here."
Holly March: Well, there's like a ton.
Felix Grant: I'm a cat whisperer.
Beetle: I have a question. If I'm Beetle and you're Monkey, why isn't he called Boy?
Widow: He made them murder my husband, he will take everything we have.
Sam Chisolm: So you seek revenge?
Widow: I seek righteousness. But I'll take revenge.
Tanner Howard: Are you trying to make me mad? I said Dr. Pepper. This is Mr. Pibb.
Toby Howard: That's all they had.
Tanner Howard: Only assholes drink Mr. Pibb.
Toby Howard: Drink up.
Snowball: Welcome my dogs! Oh, you guys look weird. Hurry up, come on in.
Buddy: You said it was a costume party.
Mel: Why do you listen to me?
Mona: Here's what I do when I'm feeling down. I get very quiet and very still. And I say to myself, "Everyone in the world is as miserable and empty as I am. They're just better at pretending." Try it sometime. It might bring you some peace.
General McEntee: Carry out your orders, commandant. Hold your ground. Defend Jadotville.
Pat Quinlan: With what? A firm tone?
Daniel: It's a monumental farce, isn't it? You sitting there with your friendly name tag on your chest, Ann, opposite a sick man looking for nonexistent jobs, that I can't take anyway. Wasting my time, employers' time, your time. And all it does is humiliate me, grind me down. Or is that the point, to get my name off those computers? Well, I'm not doing it any more. I've had enough. I want my date for my appointment for my appeal for Employment and Support.
Eamon: We could rehearse here 'cause my da's in Saint John of Gods.
Darren: Is that a pub?
Eamon: No, Darren. It's a place where alcoholics go to get off the drink, and stop beating their wives and kids.
Darren: Right.
Eamon: And neighbors.
David Ghantt: I'm starting to feel like a corn dog at a hot dog party, and it ain't flattering, I'll tell you that.
Nick Wilde: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.
Saroo Brierley: My mum could not read... Or write
Dinner Guests: What did she do?
Saroo Brierley: A laborer... She carried rocks.
