Quotes from Russell Crowe movies and TV shows - page 5 of 6

Terry Thorne: Go loud.

Alice Bowman: You are the first, you are the only person I've met who knows what they're talking about! So I am begging you, I am totally begging you to help me out on this.
Terry Thorne: You asked me not to bullshit you?
Alice Bowman: Right.
Terry Thorne: I've gotta plane to catch.

John Herod: I said, are you still fast?
Cort: Faster than you.

Ellen: Don't you even want to fight back?
Cort: Sure. I'd like to kill them all for what they've done. But I won't. Killing people is wrong.
Ellen: Some people deserve to die.

Cort: There's a click before the strike. Listen to the clock.

Ellen: In case you forgot, Preacher, I saved your life last night.
Cort: No, I think you just stretched it out a bit. I might've even gone to heaven if you'd let me die.
Ellen: Sorry.

Cort: Last night, The Kid. Tonight, Herod. You're a busy woman. Any man in this town you're not interested in?
Ellen: Yeah. You.

Robin Longstride: Rise, and rise again. Until lambs become lions.

Robin Longstride: If you thought it was hard getting wages from him when he was alive, try getting wages from a dead king.

Robin Longstride: Lady Marion Loxley, my wife.
Will Scarlet: Well played! A bit, a bit rash, well played nevertheless.

Robin Longstride: If you're building for the future, you need to keep your foundations strong, laws of the land enslave the people to a king who demands loyalty but offers nothing in return, I've been to the South of France, Palestine and back, you build a kingdom the same way you build a cathedral, from the ground up!

Gabe: What's the matter with you?
Hando: You! You dumb slut.

Della Frye: Did we just break the law?
Cal McAffrey: Nope. That's what you call damn fine reporting.

Lindenmeyer: Oh my god.
SID 6.7: Which god would that be? The one who created you? Or the one who created me? You see, in your world, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, but in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have any balls.

SID 6.7: Ahhh... I'm losing too much of myself.

SID 6.7: Hey buddy! How's the wife and kid? Still dead, huh?

SID 6.7: They love you so much, they want you dead... Ed.

SID 6.7: Just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.

Clyde Reilly: Sheila?
SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.

Connor: She wanted them buried in consecrated ground.
Lt-Col Cyril Hughes: How much blood do you need for it to be holy?