Brazil (1985)

Charlie, Department of Works: Bloody typical, they've gone back to metric without telling us.

Sam Lowry: Give my best to Alison and the twins.
Jack Lint: Triplets.
Sam Lowry: Triplets? My how time flies.

Dr. Lewis Jaffe: Just me and my little knife! Snip snip - slice slice... can you believe it?

Spoor: All you've got to do is blow your nose and it's fixed, in't it?

Sam Lowry: My name's Lowry. Sam Lowry. I've been told to report to Mr. Warrenn.
Porter - Information Retrieval: Thirtieth floor, sir. You're expected.
Sam Lowry: Um... don't you want to search me?
Porter - Information Retrieval: No sir.
Sam Lowry: Do you want to see my ID?
Porter - Information Retrieval: No need, sir.
Sam Lowry: But I could be anybody.
Porter - Information Retrieval: No you couldn't sir. This is Information Retrieval.

Jill Layton: Care for a little necrophilia? Hmmm?

Mrs. Buttle: What have you done with his body?

Sam Lowry: Excuse me, Dawson, can you put me through to Mr. Helpmann's office?
Dawson: I'm afraid I can't sir. You have to go through the proper channels.
Sam Lowry: And you can't tell me what the proper channels are, because that's classified information?
Dawson: I'm glad to see the Ministry's continuing its tradition of recruiting the brightest and best, sir.
Sam Lowry: Thank you, Dawson.

Sam Lowry: Tuttle.
Harry Tuttle: Call me Harry.

T.V. Interviewer: How do you account for the fact that the bombing campaign has been going on for thirteen years?
Mr. Helpmann: Beginners' luck.

Sam Lowry: Are you all right?
Jill Layton: Yeah.
Sam Lowry: Well, you don't deserve to be.

Mrs. Terrain: There's been a little complication with my complication.

Mr. Warrenn: What is this mess? An empty desk is an efficient desk.

Arresting Officer: This is your receipt for your husband... and this is my receipt for your receipt.

Harry Tuttle: My good friends call me Harry.

Holly: Put it on, big boy. I won't look at your willy.

Harry Tuttle: Listen, kid, we're all in it together.

Sam Lowry: I only know you got the wrong man.
Jack Lint: Information Transit got the wrong man. I got the right man. The wrong one was delivered to me as the right man, I accepted him on good faith as the right man. Was I wrong?

Mr. Helpmann: Bad sportsmanship. A ruthless minority of people seem to have forgotten good old-fashioned virtues. They just can't stand seeing the other fellow win. If these people would just play the game.

Kurtzmann: Has anybody seen Sam Lowry?