Matt: The only reason you stay here is so you can fuck my mother and eat her food. motherfucker. food eater.
Dr. Grace Hart: Shall we begin the autopsy? Dr. Grace Hart.
Watson: A woman doctor?
Holmes: Impossible. Fortunately we have a real doctor here.
Watson: Would you like some heroin?
Mary Jane: Who are you?
Spider-Man: You know who I am.
Mary Jane: I do?
Spider-Man: Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Linus Caldwell: What did I say?
Danny Ocean: You called his niece a whore.
Rusty Ryan: A very cheap one.
Danny Ocean: She's seven.
Student: We, er, shot one of them in the, em, throat.
Rory Breaker: What do you want? A medal? I'll shoot you in the fucking throat if I don't get my ganja back.
Jake Tyler Brigance: There ain't nothin' more dangerous in this world than a fool with a cause.
Marion Cobretti: You're a disease, and I'm the cure.
Sydney Prosser: You're nothing to me, until you're everything.
Virgil Cane: Ain't life a motherfucker.
[Woman checks the back pockets of Wally's pants for the coin.]
Wally: I don't know what you're looking for, but it's a little to the right.
Carmen Sternwood: You're not very tall are you?
Philip Marlowe: Well, I, uh, I try to be.
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Jolly nasty accident there. Jolly lucky nobody was hurt.
Mrs. Marcus: Where did you get that funny accent? Are you from Harvard or something?
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Harvard? Rather not. I'm English.
Mrs. Marcus: Sounds so foreign.
J. Algernon Hawthorne: Really?
Taylor: 500 fights, that's the number I figured when I was a kid. 500 street fights and you could consider yourself a legitimate tough guy. You need them for experience. To develop leather skin. So I got started. Of course along the way you stop thinking about being tough and all that. It stops being the point. You get past the silliness of it all. But then, after, you realise that's what you are.
Miklo: What am I going to tell my parole officer?
Popeye: Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
Alabama: Okey dokey doggie daddy.
Dean: Do you have any idea how much therapy you people need?
Matt Farrell: You just killed a helicopter with a car!
John McClane: I was out of bullets.
Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade. I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work, you turned into a good person.