Tony Stark: What's the vibranium for?
Ultron: I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan.
Akan: Each year one hundred thousand baseball bats are sold in Russia, and at most 50 baseballs. Gives an idea for great Russian pastime.
Mark Watney: Fuck you, Mars.
Lucy van Pelt: Agh! I've got dog germs.
Bartok: There will be times where we are powerless to injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
Sue Storm: Music is just a series of altered patterns. The musician creates the pattern and makes us anticipate a resolution... then holds back. Makes you wait for it. There's patterns in everything and everyone.
Kaulder: One means nothing. Two, a coincidence. Three, trouble.
Champ: Y'know how they say teenagers have no fear of death? That they're never gonna get hurt? Well not me, OK? I was born with the gift of fear.
Boone: I'm actually starting to miss my wife's cooking.
Stubby Bill: Shit, I'm actually startin' to miss your wife.
Bill Bryson: Writers don't retire. We either drink ourselves to death or blow our brains out.
TV Host: What will it be for you?
Bill Bryson: After this interview, probably both.
Pops: Old.
Kyle Reese: Not obsolete.
Pops: Not yet.
Blackbeard: Well, well, well. The princess, I presume.
Hook: Oh, well, actually I'm just a miner. But I appreciate the compliment.
Oberhauser: Why did you come?
James Bond: I came here to kill you.
Oberhauser: And I thought you came here to die.
James Bond: Well, it's all a matter of perspective.
Peeta Mellark: Your favorite color is green. Real or not real?
Katniss Everdeen: Real. Your favorite color is orange; Not a bright orange, but a soft orange, like the sunset.
Peeta Mellark: Thank you.
Oh: When the other Boov's said, "Oh!" I knew they were not happy to see me. The truth is that among the Boov, I do not fit in - I fit out.
Kyle Wincott: Nose of a dog, the heart of a marine, sounds like a hero to me.
Old Thomas Nickerson: Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.
Hugo: Have you ever wondered what would happen, if all the geniuses, the artists, the scientists, the smartest, most creative people in the world decided to actually change it? Where, where could they even do such a thing? They'd need a place free from politics and bureaucracy, distractions, greed - a secret place where they could build whatever they were crazy enough to imagine.