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Vukovich: That coffee is two hours cold.
Lt. Traxler: Mm-hmm. [Drinks coffee].
Vukovich: And I put a cigarette out in it.

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Inigo Montoya: You know it's very strange. I've been in the revenge business for so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.
Westley: Have you ever considered piracy? You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts.
Inigo Montoya: [Shrugs].

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Inigo Montoya: Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!
Count Rugen: Stop saying that!

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Vukovoch: Ed!
Lt. Traxler: What do you got?
Vukovich: Dead girl.
Lt. Traxler: [Looks at picture] I can see that.
Vukovich: Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35, shot six times at less than ten feet. Large caliber weapon.
Lt. Traxler: [holds up glasses] You know, these work.

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Count Rugen: Are you coming down into the pit?
Prince Humperdinck: Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work. But I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, a wedding to arrange, a wife to murder, and Gilder to frame for it. I'm swamped!

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John Connor: Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with? So you can be, you know, more human? And not such a dork all the time?

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Vincent Hanna: I'm very angry, Ralph. You know, you can ball my wife, if she wants you to. You can lounge around here on her sofa, in her ex-husband's dead-tech, post-modernistic bullshit house, if you want to. But you do not get to watch my FUCKING TELEVISION SET!

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Justine Hanna: I made dinner for us. Four hours ago. Every time I try to maintain a constant mood between us, you withdraw.
Vincent Hanna: I've got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice Boulevard, Justine. I'm sorry if the goddamn chicken got overcooked.

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Martha: George, what's wrong?
George: A whole company of armed degenerates, that's what's wrong! And they led them straight to us!
Martha: I just set out the good china.
George: Fuck the china!

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Westley: Give us the gate key.
Yellin: I have no gate key.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, tear his arms off.
Yellin: Oh, you mean this gate key.

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Fezzik: How long do we have to wait? Before we find out if the miracle works?
Inigo Montoya: Your guess is as good as mine.
Westley: I'll beat you at your part! I'll take you both together!
Fezzik: I guess not very long.

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Russell Casse: You read my mind! We've gotta get as far away from these things as we can!
Miguel Casse: They let you out?

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Captain Steven Hiller: Elvis has left the building!
David Levenson: Uh... Thank you very much.

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Dr. Ian Malcolm: That is one big pile of shit.

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Ellie Sattler: There's only one way to be sure. I'm going to have to look at the dinosaur's droppings.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: Dino... droppings? Droppings? She's uh, tenacious, isn't she?
Dr. Alan Grant: You have no idea.

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Vincent Hanna: Charlene Shiherlis.
Alan Marciano: Who?
Vincent Hanna: Who? Who? What are you a fuckin' owl?

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Kate Reilly: Who named them graboids anyway?
Earl Bassett: A friend of ours, Walter Chang, he named them. Then they ate him.

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Trashcan Man: My life for you.
Randall Flagg: Oh I don't think it will come to that.

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Mother Abigail: I hear ya lord, and I'm in the way of doing your will. But I don't much like it!

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Mother Abigail: "Once in every generation, the plague shall fall among them." That's what is says in the book... Seems you might have went a little far this time.

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