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.
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.
Scott Lang: Pick on someone your own size.
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.
Pops: Old.
Kyle Reese: Not obsolete.
Pops: Not yet.
Fin Shepard: How can they survive in space?
April Shepard: How can they survive in a tornado?
Minho: Wait here. No need playing bumper cars with the dead folks again.Let me find the light switches first.
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.
Charlotte: You know, you look much better without your clothes on. You're lucky. Not many people do.
David: I'm going to do it with a knife.
Short Sighted Woman: Do you want me to come with you?
David: I'd rather you didn't.
Short Sighted Woman: Don't worry. It's strange at first but then you'll get used to it. The other senses are heightened, touch for example, and hearing.
David: I know... I won't be long.
Victor Von Frankenstein: Oh my brother Henry forgive me. I have wronged you, for this is not life. This is not life. You are not live. Live.
Dennis: I wouldn't mind shagging your leg right now.
Neil Clarke: I thought I turned you into a rational thinking creature.
Dennis: Rational thinking creature still have desires.
Neil Clarke: We'll soon deal with that.
Dennis: No! Don't take my desires away from me.
Neil Clarke: Why not?
Dennis: They wouldn't make my life worth living! Biscuits, shagging.
Burt Gummer: That's right. Fly right into my crosshairs, you fire-farting son of a bitch.