Professor Turner: She fucks like an epileptic at a strobe light convention.
Randy 'The Ram' Robinson: The eighties fucking ruled, man, until that pussy Cobain came and fucked it all up.
Police Inspector: Doctors... Lawyers... Never get past 60 thousand rupees. He's won 10 million. What can a slumdog possibly know?
Jamal Malik: The answers.
Michael: I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, it will give it spice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you ended it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.
Wallace: But Piella, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl.
Piella Bakewell: Was the Bake-O-Lite girl. I ate too much, you see.
Wallace: Oh, really?
Piella Bakewell: I couldn't ride the balloon anymore.
Wallace: Oh dear.
Piella Bakewell: So they dropped me.
Wallace: What a blow. Ooh.
Piella Bakewell: ME! A curse on bakers and their loathsome confections.
Brother Silence: As if killing the bard impresses us.
Randall Bragg: I told you you'd never hang me, Cole.
Virgil Cole: Never ain't here yet.
Robbie: I wrote a song about you.
Georgia Nicolson: Really?!
Robbie: Yeah. It's called "Bitch in Uniform."
[Seeing Beth's building badly damaged, leaning against another tower.]
Hud: Please tell me she lives on the ground floor.
Rob Hawkins: 37th.
Hud: Shit.
John Rambo: Live for nothing, or die for something.
Jackie Moon: Fuck you Clarence! Spumoni.
Emmit: You're the bitch.
Filkins: Huh?
Emmit: Aaaaah that's right.
Tom Ludlow: We good?
Scribble: You know this is some bullshit, right? These dudes is monsters, man. I mean if they can't fuck it, rob it, or kill it they don't want it.
Nim Rusoe: Nobody invades my island and gets away with it.
Rosebud: Shasta, we took a vote, and we decided that we want to help you form a dog sled team.
Shasta: Seriously?
Rosebud: Uh-huh.
Shasta: Seriously?
Rosebud: Uh-huh.
Shasta: Seriously?
Mudbud: Dude, she said, "Uh-huh."
Shane Gray: That's the song.
Nate: So that must be the girl.
Jason: Ya think?
Rex: Who's the youngling?
Ahsoka: I'm Master Skywalker's Padawan. The name's Ahsoka Tano.
Rex: Sir, I thought you said you'd never have a Padawan.
Anakin: There's been a mix-up. The youngling isn't with me.
Ahsoka: Stop calling me that! You're stuck with me, Skyguy.
[Rex starts chuckling.]
Anakin: What did you just call me?! Don't get snippy with me, little one! You know, I don't think you're even old enough to be a Padawan.
Ahsoka: Well, maybe I'm not. But Master Yoda thinks I am.
Anakin: Well, you're not with Master Yoda now. So if you're ready, you better start proving it. Captain Rex will show you how a little respect can go along the way.
Rex: Er ... Right. Come along, youngling.
Ahsoka: [through gritted teeth.] Padawan.
Hennessey: Okay cocksucker. Fuck with me, and we'll see who shits on the sidewalk.