Peeta Mellark: I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.
Katniss Everdeen: I just can't afford to think like that.
Perry White: I want the name of this flying whatchamacallit to go with the Daily Planet like bacon and eggs, franks and beans, death and taxes, politics and corruption.
Michelle Jones: You know, Susan Yang thinks you're a male escort.
Peter Parker: What? No! Of course I'm not a male escort.
Michelle Jones: Well then you're Spider-Man.
T'Challa: We can still heal you...
Erik Killmonger: Why, so you can lock me up? Nah. Just bury me in the ocean with my ancestors who jumped from ships, 'cause they knew death was better than bondage.
Jensen: General, I'll make a deal with you. You make me a sergeant in charge of the booze and I'll enlist. Make me a sergeant in charge of the booze! Make me a sergeant in charge of the booze.
Toorop: Look lady, I'm just a delivery boy and to me you're just a package. I'm not your friend, I'm not your brother, I'm not your boyfriend. In six days I'm gonna deliver you and never see you again. Sister Rebecca is right, we shouldn't even talk.
Optimus Prime: In any war, there are calms between storms. There will be days when we lose faith. Days when our allies turn against us. But the day will never come, that we forsake this planet, and its people.
Remy: My job is simple. Can't pay for your car, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your house, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your liver, well, that's where I come in.
Craig Toomy: Oh I'm real scared now.
Detective Pikachu: That's right, Mr. Mime. [chuckling] You're about to be Mr. Melt unless you start talking.
Adm. Bridie: Would you have a glass of sherry - with an old man?
Lt. Hosgood (Bridie's secretary): No, sir. But, I would very much like to have one with you, sir.
John: You have no idea of what I'm capable of.
Guy: I'm not gonna be the good guy... I'm gonna be the great guy.
Molotov Girl: Whoa, enjoy your lifetime supply of virginity.
Walter Beckett: What if I could make you... pause for effect, drumroll please... disappeeeear?
Lance Sterling: What?
Walter Beckett: Disappeeeear.
Lance Sterling: Why are you saying it like that?
Walter Beckett: For effeeeect.
Neville: God didn't do this. We did!
Ben: Now get the hell down in the cellar. You can be the boss down there, but I'm boss up here.