If you said, "Oh, my gosh. Wrestling's not real", or "That was a nice show" instead of a nice wrestling match, they would definitely punch you in the mouth.
You know, it does take a while to get out of bed because I probably wrestled too many years and too long.
Wrestling is an art form. It was the best form of art we could do with telling a story, creating emotions, and basically beating the holy hell out of each other.
Alex: Hey, what can I say? I'm a 35-year-old prodigy. J.P. Thirty-five... prodi..
How many swamp rats can you get in one room?
Bob Morton: How does he eat? Roosevelt: His digestive system is extremely simple. This processor dispenses a rudimentary paste that sustains his organic systems.
Help, help! Somebody help me! Let her go, evil Dr Pork Chop!
Hey, hi there, little fella. Come out here. Do you know a way outta here?
He is way more of a pirate than you will ever be.
Kate: How do you, uh, know where I live? White: It's called the freedom of information act, Kate. The hippies finally got something right.
His memory's admissible as evidence! You involved me! You're gonna have to kill it.
Houston to Mission Control. Come in, Control. Launch pad is being constructed.
Woody: Hey, Buzz! You're flyin'! Buzz Lightyear: This isn't flying. This is falling with style. Woody: To infinity and beyond!
Hey! Don't move. Go ahead and do it.
He's all yours.
Hey, Sam, I want you to bite Leo for me.
Leo: Get the dog out of here. Riggs: Hey, hey, you'll go before the mutt.
Rex: He's getting in the box! Hamm: He's sellin' himself for 25 cents! Slinky Dog: Oh, Woody, you're worth more than that.
Hey, I'm on the toilet. Give me a break, man.
Buzz: Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. He's got something. It's Wheezy! All toys: Wheezy? Rex: Hey, it's not suicide. It's a rescue.
Hey, sorry, Adolf.
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Father Janovich: How you holding up, Walt? Walt: Mr. Kowalski. Father Janovich: Huh? Walt: Mr. Kowalski, that's my name.
Father Janovich: Hi there, Walt. Walt: I'm not a friend of yours, so why do you insist on calling me Walt? Father Janovich: Sorry. Mr. Kowalski.
Vorstedt: How's it hanging, Wyler? Wyler: What the hell do you want? Vorstedt: I hope better than your buddy Murtaugh. Ah. Easy, easy. Tell me something, Wyler. Have your brains ever seen the light of day?
Roger: You don't have the authority. Riggs: Cavanaugh, Wyler, Shapiro... Rika, Vicki... I mean how much fucking authority do you need?
Rudd: Any broken bones? Hans: I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Rudd. Rudd: Only a few bumps and bruises, eh? Hans: Yes, that's all. Rudd: Good, good. However, we did lose over a million dollars in Krugerrand.
Cotton: He's ball-less now! Pepper: He doesn't have any balls, Cotton!
Ray Tango! How he loves to dance. He waltzes in and takes all my drugs and then tangos back out again.
Slinky: You see that? I killed him. Tango: Congratulations. Slinky: He was my best friend.
He's on the warpath!
Hi, I'm Peter la Fleur, owner and operator of Average Joe's gym. And I'm here to tell ya, you're perfect just the way you are.
Fred: How old are you? Girl: Nine. Fred: Nine? And you have a 55-inch Plasma TV in your room? Girl: Santa got it for me for Christmas last year.
Rex: How can you even tell what's on? Hamm: I can tell.
Jessie: He still has an owner. Stinky Pete: Oh, my goodness.
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Hey, Buzz, can we slow down? May I remind you that some of us are carrying over $6 in change?
Hamm: Hey, guys. Why do the toys cross the road? Buzz: Not now, Hamm. Rex: Oh, I love riddles. Why? Hamm: To get to the chicken on the other side! Heh, heh!
Geri: There you go. He's for display only. You handle him too much, he's not gonna last. Al: It's amazing. You're a genius. He's just like new.
College Boy #2: Oh, shit! He killed the cops! College Boy #1: Get out of the car, man! This is a cop car! College Boy #3: Hello. Mac: You boys like mexico?
How can we thank you, Commander? You have saved our people.
He's a fame junkie. The guy's a clown.
He's a megalomaniac. It's all a big shell game. He presents himself like, " Hey, I love to give gifts. Look at me, I'm so nice." He's getting paid. He's got a whole thing happening on the backside.
Hey, what's up, bone diddlies? Did I miss the song? Sing it again, rookie bitch.
Hi. You guys forget what color your car is?
Ha! Lucky guess. I just lost a buck... To myself.
Hey, lady! If you want real salvation, no army can give it to you, only the people can! Bring your action down here! That's it. Bring it down. Give me that action.
Honey, you think I'd look silly if I dyed it?
Woody: Hey. Whatcha doin' way up here? Jessie: Thought I'd get one last look at the sun before I get packed away again. Woody: Look, Jessie. I know you hate me for leaving, but I have to go back. I'm still Andy's toy.
Woody: How did you know that? Jessie: Because Emily was just the same.
Hamm: Hey, Woody, are you in here? Mr. Potato Head: Nah. This one's empty too. Slinky Dog: Woody! Rex: Woody! Hamm: Woody!
Hey-ey-ey! I hate to break up the honky convention, but we got a 10-92.
He's ascending in the vertical transporter.
Slinky Dog: How are we gonna get up there? Rex: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top.
Hey, Jerry Garcia, I'm having a talk with someone who I... You're the worst.
Barnes: How long? Kate: His heart... can't take it. Barnes: He's going to be okay.
Fred: Allergies. Head Secret Service Elf: He's got a gun!
Rabbit: Holy shit! It's a cool Winnebago. My uncle Denny used to have one just like this. Thorny: Rabbit, put your game face on. Rabbit: You got it, boss.
Thorny: Hey, what the fuck? Rabbit: Oh-oh!
I'll give you the fat guy for Foster and, uh, how about that stupid guy for Rabbit?
Foster: Hey, Charlie's Angel. Ursula: Hey, congratulations. You're the one millionth person to say that to me.
How about a little pep, hmm?
Complaining fan: Pink stick, eat it or lose it. Rando: Hey, shut your pie hole, buddy.
Foster: Hi. I'm looking for Chief Grady. I have some files for him. Ursula: Grady's not here. I'll take the file. Foster: It's kind of important. How about officer Rando? Ursula: Nope. What do you need? I'm the only one here?
Frank: Hop on up. Foster: Okay-silly-dilly-dokey-o. I'm an idiot. Mac: Yeah, that's true.
It's easy for you to say, you know. He's got a tiny little head.
Hey, bud, get your hands off my property.
Hmm. Who holds the pink slip, satan?
How about a ham sandwich with fries and a hot dog?
Hamm: Hey, heads up down there! Slinky Dog: Whoa! Pork bellies are fallin'. Mr. Potato Head: Hey, how much farther, Buzz? New Buzz: Halfway there. Rex: My arms can't hold on much longer! Aaaahhh! New Buzz: Too heavy.
Woody: How 'bout givin' me a little intro there, Jessie? Jessie: Introducing the high-ridin'-est cowboy around... Woody: You forgot "rootin'-tootin'-est"! Jessie: The high-ridin'-est, rootin'-tootin'-est cowboy hero of all time, Sheriff Woody!
Hold it, now! Hey, you don't understand! These are my friends!
Hold it right there!
Woody: Hey, you guys... Come with me. Jessie: What? Woody: Andy will play with all of us. I know it!
Hurry. I can hear it coming.
How are we gonna get him now?
Chief Grady: Hey! Rando: Don't touch the crime scene, rodent! Rabbit: Rabbit. Hey, look at that. Johnny chimpo. Quit slappin' me. Thorny: Would you stop touching my rookie, Grady?
Frank: It seems they need a new principal at Eastside High. Gotta get those test scores up. He specifically thought of you. Joe: Sure. Frank: OK. I thought of you.
Here we come, Woody! Woody, here we come! Woody!
Barbie: Hi! You'll like Amy. Stinky Pete: Uh! Barbie: She's an artist!
Happy trails, Prospector.
Woody: This is bad. Jessie: How are we gonna get outta here?
Voldemort: Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet? Wormtail: Yes, my Lord. Right away, my Lord.
Andy's Mom: Hey, you fixed Woody! Andy: Yeah. Glad I decided not to take him to camp. His whole arm might have come off.
Hamm: Hey, Rex, I could use a hand over here, buddy. Rex: I don't need to play. I've lived it!
Here it is, Fred, Santa's Workshop.
Here comes "Here Comes Santa Claus" on NP- 100.
Bill: Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley. Harry: Oh. Pleasure to meet you.
He insulted the black football coach. The man's gone crazy. He's declared war on his own people.
Hanging around a neighborhood like that's a fast way to get you in the obituaries.
Harry, your eyesight really is awful.
Hmong girls over here fit in better. The girls go to college, and the boys go to jail.
Hey, what are all you fish heads looking at anyway?
He would like to read you. It'd be rude not to allow him this. It's a great honor.
He says that people do not respect you. They don't even wanna look at you.
He says the way you live, your food has no flavor. You're worried about your life.
He says you have no happiness in your life. It's like you're not at peace.
If it had not been for Jackie Robinson, there would not have been a Hank Aaron. There would not have been a Willie Mays or some of the other black stars that has played in the major leagues.
So we felt like we wanted to play... We didn't have time to get angry, we had time to just reflect on what we needed to do and how we were going about doing it.
I knew that I had a job to do and if I had not been successful, it would have fell in the hands of the people who wanted me to fail.
I did just about everything I wanted to do. I accomplished all of my goals, and so I feel like it was a mission well accomplished.
I always felt like if you just keep doing your job, that somewhere you's going touch somebody's mind and somebody's soul and somebody was going to be wise enough to realize the only thing that you wanted to do was to have a chance to play baseball.
She said, "I want you to go out and no matter what you decide that you want to do, always remember one thing: If you give it everything that you got, regardless of what," she said, "somewhere along the line, a break is going to happen." And that's what baseball did to me.
Harry: Hagrid, we have to help the others! Hagrid: I can't do that, Harry. Mad-Eye's orders.
Fred: How you feeling, Georgie? George: Saint-like. Fred: Come again? George: Saint-like. I'm holy.
How does he keep drug pushers out of his school if their buddies can just push open the exit doors and let 'em walk on in?
Fred, he's an elf that plays records.
Nick, he continued to play the same song over and over and over and over...
He decided to lay his hands on me and get physical and tried to physically hurt me Nick.
He's the one who tried to steal my car. All of a sudden, I'm the bad guy in this.
Jason Nesmith: Hello, Sarris. How you doing? General Roth'h'ar Sarris: Better than my lieutenant.
How you doing, Martin, you crazy Italian prick?
He said she didn't want to see me. I can't believe that.
He gives the impression of being a violent person. He was wearing a light gray suit and a gray hat when I saw him this morning.
Hello, Effie? It's me. Now, listen, precious. Miles has been shot. Yeah...dead.
Hello, Sam. I figured you'd want to see it before we took him away.
His gun was still tucked away on his hip, hadn't been fired, and his overcoat was buttoned. I found a $100 bill in his vest pocket and 30-some bucks in his pants.
He wanted to find out where he lived. Don't crowd me, Tom.
Have you thought about a new line of work? Perhaps an exciting career in electronics?
He doesn't believe in you 'cause you don't take care of your responsibility!
Hey, Commander, listen. We found some beryllium on a nearby planet.
Fred: This isn't even debatable. I'm not going. Santa: Ho, ho, ho, I'm not gonna listen to no.
Here. Talk to that bitch.
Huh? Checked out? What time? Oh. Any forwarding address? Thanks.
Ha. I don't know anything about women.
Early: How long did your last partner go? Callahan: A couple of weeks.
Early: How can you be hungry after seeing that? Callahan: Seeing what?
He was shot in the back 4 times with a.44 or.45 from across the street. Nobody saw it, but that's how it figures.
Sam: Hotel people know anything about him? Det. Tom Polhaus: Nothing except that he lived there a week. Sam: Alone? Det. Polhaus: Yeah, alone. Sam: Did you find out who he was, what his game was?
Rabbit: Please, Thorn, not now. German Woman: He can join too, if you like? Rabbit: No.
Ha! "You killed my husband, Sam. Be kind to me."
Heh. You're an angel, a nice, rattlebrained little angel.
Hermione......you're the best at spells.
Help me, Mr. Spade. I need help so badly. I've no right to ask you, I know I haven't, but I do ask you. Help me.
Brigid: He promised to help me. He took advantage of my dependence on him to betray me. Sam: Betray you? How? Why did you want him shadowed? Brigid: Wanted to find out how far he'd gone, who he was meeting, things like that.
Hi, douche bag.
He strangles her and puts her face in pig food? What an asshole.
Hanson, could you round up, uh, Johnny Chimpo... and uh, Jerry Giraffe, and Arty the Alligator and bring them in for a lineup.
The story in Hong Kong is that he first came to the Orient as bodyguard to a gambler who had to leave the states. The gambler had since disappeared, and Floyd knew about the disappearance. I don't know.
Bobbi: He's got a lot of real good friends here. Thorny: Who? That creepy kid with the lisp?
Hey. Stop jumping on the bed.
Sam: How bad a spot are you actually in? Brigid: Bad as could be. Sam: Physical danger? Brigid: I'm not heroic. I don't think there's anything worse than death. Sam: Then it's that?
Sam: How much money have you got? Brigid: I've got about $500 left. Sam: Give it to me.
He's right in front of the building. Go look. I'll hold. Whoo-aaah! Did you see him? Oh, he's disgusting.
Oh, the humanity! He-He's so bulgy. He's like a moose.
He's got a bigger reach than you, Bob.
Hey, can I hide behind the sanctity of my client's identity secrets and what not, so all the same a priest or lawyer?
Tell me, has he asked for large sums of money recently? And what about trouble?
Has he gotten into trouble with the law?
Of course. He's crying out for help. And if someone doesn't step in and help him, why I'm afraid it's gonna get ugly.
And he's gonna contact you and make you feel the hurt I feel from your handlers!
Farva: How about we, uh, pop a couple of Viagra and issue tickets with raging, mega-huge boners? Thorny: Only you, Farva, can make a dark man blush.
Annette: He has developed acid reflux and sleep apnea. Nick: I snore. I mean, people snore. Annette: It is keeping him up all night.
Hell, I can say "meow." I can say "moo."
Ha ha ha! I'll be. Ha ha ha! Why, sure. Go--go ahead. I won't stop you.
He offered me $5,000 for the black bird.
Haven't you tried to buy my loyalty with money and nothing else?
Brigid: He can't come here. I can't let him know where I am. I'm afraid. Sam: My place, then.
He's a fame junkie. He puts on a big red suit and rides around the town with reindeer.
He didn't deserve to get it that way.
How the hell's a man supposed to get experience if nobody gives him a chance?
He ain't no cop. Cops always come in the front door.
Man at Mailbox: Hey, what's going on down here? Harry Callahan: Taking the mailbox apart, what does it look like?
Harry Callahan: Here... would you like to hold it? Man at Mailbox: No, no, no, no, I don't want to get involved!
Now, he'd have to be standing right here, this close. Point blank range.
He wanted you to have this too.
How soon can you have the money ready?
Sam: Haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning asking a lot of fool questions? Det. Dundy: And getting a lot of lying answers.
Hey, what's this bird, this falcon, that everybody's all steamed up about?
Hey, get a room, guys, okay? Woah! Hey, Fred.
How do you want your dog? I mean, steak?
Father Janovich: How long has it been since your last confession? Walt: Oh, forever.
Thao: How many men did you kill in Korea? Walt: Thirteen. Maybe more. Thao: What was it like to kill a man? Walt: You don't wanna know.
He's my friend.
How we gonna get it if I don't play along with her?
How long did they work on you?
Thorny: Yeah. His shenanigans are cruel and tragic. Foster: Which makes them not shenanigans at all, really. Mac: Evil shenanigans. Captain O'Hagan: I swear to god I'll pistol-whip the next guy that says, "shenanigans."
Foster: How are you feelin' there, Mac? Mac: Good enough to fuck your mother!
Pete: How did this happen? What did the doctor say? Trudy: He said I was going to have a baby.
He's already so guilty, he'll never feel the knife go in.
Well, sir. Here's to plain speaking and clear understanding.
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Here. You shouldn't let him go around with these on him. He might get himself hurt.
In 1539, these crusading knights persuaded Emperor Charles the Fifth to give them the island of Malta. He made but one condition, that they pay him each year the tribute of a falcon, in acknowledgment that Malta was still under Spain.
Have you any conception of the extreme, the immeasurable wealth of the order of that time?
Hello, precious. What's the good news?
Slam: Oh, and, um... Santa? Fred: Yeah. Slam: Here's your wallet back.
He recognized the mutual advantage of pooling forces. Mr. Cairo is a man of nice judgment.
How about some coffee?
Hey, you know, you could put an eye out with that thing. Fred?
Harry: How long did you say this batch of Polyjuice would last, Hermione? Hermione: I didn't.
He's working for a man named Kasper Gutman. You can't miss Gutman. He must weigh 300 pounds. That fellow Cairo's in with them, too.
Harry. Harry, quickly, in my bag. There's a bottle labeled "Essence of Dittany."
Wanda: How'd you get in? Fred: Down the chimney-I came down the chimney.
You-Know-Who has found Gregorovitch. The wandmaker? He wants something that Gregorovitch used to have......but I don't know what.
Harry, you've already destroyed one Horcrux, right? Tom Riddle's diary in the Chamber of Secrets.