Mother Firefly: Hello, Officer. George: Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Wydell. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Mother Firefly: Why, heck, I'll just tell you anything you wanna know.
Jack Pumpkinhead: How does it feel? Dorothy: Very nice, sir. Jack Pumpkinhead: Ah!
He's not a man. A machine. A terminator. A cyberdine systems model 101.
Huntin' humans, ain't nothin' but nothin'. They all run like scared little rabbits.
He opened me like a flower of pain. And it felt good.
Ben: Well, how you gonna get it? Bob: We haven't had any luck yet. Ben: Get some.
He was asleep. I had a knife.
Carl: All right, here's the head of finance-- "Maurice Stans, 269." Bob: If we can just get somebody who works under Stans...
He drew on us.
He was handing his gun over.
He said he drew.
Bob: Hi. I'm Bob Woodward. Carl: I'm Carl Bernstein. Bob: Uh, we're from the Washington Post. We'd like to know if we can speak to you for a few minutes.
Hershel: He had every reason not to... Rick: Maybe it looked like that to you, Hershel... Hershel: Rick!
Hershel told me about the boy you shot.
He had a gun.
Carl: He had just attacked us. Rick: Yeah. Yes, he had.
He fired on everyone.
He killed them all.
He... he killed them?
Bob: How is there a story in that? It's not enough. Carl: There's a story in that because there's a lawyer in the office. You're more resistant than she is. Bob: That's right. Carl: Why? Bob: Because there's not enough fact.
Bob: How long have you worked at the committee? Carolyn: Committee? Bob: Yes, the, um... Committee to re-elect the president.
Carl: How can you keep going at something past the point when you believe it? Bob: We just have to start all over again.
Harry: Hughes got a call from Stans in Florida. Says he has new information, not to republish without it. Bob: They're gonna bury the report until after the renomination.
Carl: Hi. I'm Carl Bernstein of the Washington Post. I just want to ask you a couple questions. Woman: Well, you don't want me. You want my sister. It's for you.
Bob: His wife did what? Carl: His wife is pregnant, and she made Sloan quit because apparently he no longer wanted to be part of it. Bob: We gotta go see Sloan. Carl: OK, make a note of it.
Bob: Hello. Carl: Hello, I'm Carl Bernstein. Bob: Bob Woodward. Carl: We'd just like to talk to Mr. Sloan for a couple minutes. Debbie: He's-he's resting right now.
Sherman: How did I get to be so important? Peter: You're not important. You're just dinner. Don't you get it? A week from now, a month from now, these people aren't even gonna remember what they ate.
I was there. He didn't have to shoot.
Maria: He's gone! Kramer: I know, and I'm sorry for your loss. Maria: He just ran out the back door! Kramer: Who? Maria: Sherman McCoy!
King: Hey, Taylor. How in the fuck you get here, anyway? You look educated. Taylor: I volunteered for it. King: You did what? Taylor: I volunteered.
Franky: How much do you want for it? Boris: Nothing. Frank: Okay. So what do you want for it?
Her mother was a beauty. She certainly didn't hand much of it down, did she?
Mrs.Medlock: Here's your breakfast. Mary: But I'm still in my nightgown. Mrs.Medlock:You can change after you've eaten. There are new clothes in the wardrobe. Mary: Who's going to dress me? Mrs.Medlock: You can't dress yourself?
How dare you talk to me with such disrespect?
Jeff: Honest, think about it. I'm not even big. Hutch: Yeah. No, that's a good point.
Hutch: How does it feel? Starsky: It feels pretty good.
Hutch: Starsky? Starsky: Hang on. Hutch: No!
Hello, Miranda. Welcome. You're one of us now.
Has anybody checked the files? Has anybody escaped from here? That person would have a motive. And, yeah, I was there, and I would scream. I was in shock. Maybe I went into shock.
He'd like to talk to you. You know he was Doug's best friend, so I'd advise against it.
I'll tell you one thing. He can have my body, but he will never have my soul.
Here, take my car. Go. Go. Go on.
Ryan: How did she know that girl was there? You tell me that. Teddy: I have no idea, but the point is-- Ryan: The point is that the woman is still a murder suspect!
He developed an obsessive, over-dependent relationship with his mother which then turned into some inappropriate sexual attraction.
Doug: He's gotta believe that Doug confessed to you what he was doing. Miranda: But he didn't confess.
Ben: How much can you tell me about Deep Throat? Bob: How much do you need to know? Ben: Do you trust him?
He always stayed in cities where there were Democratic primaries.
Carl: Hi. Donald Segretti? Donald: That's right. Carl: I'm Carl Bernstein from the Washington Post.
Bob: How high up? Deep Throat: You're gonna have to find that out for yourself.
Carl: Hi, Sal. Sally: Listen, do you guys know about the canuck letter? Carl: Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm late. Sally: I just wanted to make sure you knew who wrote it.
Dickon: He won't hurt you. Mary: He'll bite me. Dickon: He won't. Mary: But he's filthy and dirty. Dickon: No, he's soft. You'll like it.
How many fucking sources does he think we've got?
Hi. This is carl. I'm sorry to disturb you now, b- but we're going with the story that Haldeman was the fifth man in control of the fund, and they're hassling us here. We got 3 confirmations, but if you could just help us, I'd appreciate it.
Henri's sister was taken to live in an orphanage. He would never see her again.
Ozzy's Partner: Here we go again. Ozzy: Well, you dealin' with a white blood cell here!
Holy Frank! He's about to yawn!
How would Jump feel about me coming back and all?
In the meantime, how about we go to my office and we talk about this a little bit more?
He's not a guest. He's a fighter. He's an unofficial entry.
Martha: He's having a dreadful fit. Lord knows what he'll do. Mary: I don't care! He's so spoiled! He's got to be stopped!
Here come the bug man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Shit! Okay, okay, okay!
How the fuck do you know?
He betrayed us.
He killed our team. He tried to kill me, too.
Hiroshima.
Holy shit!
How many times do we have to kill you?
Fait: Guess I'll be spending some time in jail. Tommy: Jail? Come on, man. He just saved the planet, man. Can't he at least get probation?
LUH: He wants me to come to his quarters. THX: A shift change should come through the scheduling office. Why should he want to see you?
Robert: Hey, kids, how we doin'? Christian: We're good. Good.
Robert: Hey. Is she like this with you? Christian: Uh...
Starsky: Hutch, let's roll. Original Hutch: I think he means you.
Hi, it's me. Could you call me? Please?
I mean, hopefully, it's probably not going to last that long.
He must be destroyed. We must not continue to consume these erotics. We must exterminate the source of sin.
He lost his mother. He's hungry. He's only a few days old, you know. He just learned how to walk.
Here's a broom, Tik-Tok. It'll make a great tail.
Here, take a biscuit. You understand we are all in this together.
Officer: Hey, stretch, shouldn't you be up in the mouth? Ozzy: Aw, come on, guys. This is my bust. I saw 'em first.
Robert: Five, and 10. Poker Dealer: Fifteen to call. Dylan: Happiest time of my life is when I was broke. Make it 20.
Co-Worker: Hey, hey, hey. It's the germinator! Ozzy: OK, guys, you got me there. Let's save a little for the criminals, all right?
Crusher Creel: "I can absorb anything! Even rock!" Hulk: "Hulk smash rock, Einstein."
Has the perfect view. Perfect for a little rendezvous between me and you.
Hey, yo, yo! Aw, man! Look what you doin' to my baby.
Hey, hey, hey! Don't touch my radio!
Hey, you lost, pal? This is a private sweat gland. Now, beat it!
Ozzy: Hey, chill, pill. It's just some snot guns booger-coating some dust. Drix: Ah--oh.
Hey, Jones, what did the mayor mean when he said you had a record? You did something terrible, didn't you?
He even got fired from his job at the pea soup factory.
Henchman: Hey, boss, looks like your plan worked. Thrax: That's right. I got this city exactly where I want it.
Drix: Hey, that's a virus. We should arrest him. Ozzy: No, man that used to be a virus. Now he's on our side.
Ozzy: Hey, Chill. Chill! Don't y'all know pock fighting's against the law? Chill: Hey, hey! Hey, where y'all going?
Hey, I was injected into this body to rat on influenza only, and this don't sound like influenza to me.
Ozzy: Hey, wait, wait. Hold up, now. Where do you think you're going? Drix: To get our cootie!
Hypothalamus. Controls the temperature for the entire body.
Hey, that ain't no germ! That's a cop!
Hypo-who-de-what-is-this? Leah, wait! Who's going to answer the phones?
Ozzy: Hey, buddy, what temperature you got? Man: 98.6. Wait a minute, is this thing broken again?
Conductor: Hey, pal, you on or off? Ozzy: Fine. Flush your life down the toilet. Conductor: The zipper's down.
Hey, Shane, how about a hug for your Uncle Bob? Ok, nice talking to you, too.
Thrax: Hi, baby. Leah: What are you waiting for? Shoot him! Thrax: If you follow me, she dies!
Ozzy: Hey, this ain't no time to get carsick. Drix: Don't worry about me. I'm one-eighth dramamine.
Ha! Who's the germinator now?
Hey, wait, wait! Whoa, whoa! Frank! Frank!
He's not coming back. He's not gonna make it.
Hey, Ozzy, can I count on you to keep Frank in shape? You know we've got that big insurance exam next month.
THX: How was she? SEN: Oh, very well, very good health. Uh, just exactly the way... THX: You're lying. SEN: No, I am not.
How did you get in? You awful little busybody!
Hey! Hey! You there!
Hurry up. Let's go!
Hutch: Hoss, you got to trust the kid for once. Reese: I can't cowboy, I need to see the ticket in order to make sure it matches.
He's as black as ebony. Ebony? Ebony. Sounds like bones.
He's met someone. He didn't mean to hurt me. He never thought that this would happen to him.
How did I get into this fix? How did it all begin? No, no, no. If I go back to the beginning, that'll take forever, so let's start more recently.
Who knows? Maybe it'll be a big video rental. All these society ladies showing it to their dinner guests, you know?
Gloria: Here we go! ALL: Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!
No. No. Hard to starboard! Starboard engines, full astern!
Hey, I'll give you a blow job if you get me out of this, baby.
He pushed me and pushed me and pushed me!
Hobbes: How'd I look, by the way, last night? Denise: Fabulous. Hobbes: You saw that? On 4 different channels. Denise: You're a god. You're a god!
Lou: Hate to be stupid-- Jonesy: Enjoy it, Lou. Lou: But is motive still something we think about, or do we think that all these crimes are done for their own sake, you know, out of sickness?
His name's up on the wall. What?
He was dirty, or it was a woman.
Jonesy: He probably was left-handed. Hobbes: Yeah, like Reese. Jonesy: He had bad teeth. Found a piece in the cornflakes.
Hope you're paying close attention. Every gesture. Every word!
How do you know? How do you know he was innocent?
He's not too pleasant, is he? But if you could spare me a copy, I'd be more than happy to work it.
Hobbes: He bats right. He throws right. Jonesy: What are you saying, Hobbes?
Hobbes: Detective Hobbes. Man: Hey, pal, need another clue? 1339 South Grove, apartment 9.
He looks me right in the eye-- I mean right in the eye. The kind of look like- like he knows you. You know what I mean?
Hobbes: Hey, hey, you don't disrespect your father, OK? You understand me? Sam: Yeah. Hobbes: Cherish what you got.
Gretta: He was Azazel? Gretta: Yes, Azazel--sadistic, left-handed, likes to sing. Hobbes: Reese? Gretta: Yes.
Gretta: He came after me, and I ran. Hobbes: Maybe you weren't ready yet.
Henri: How is? James: Who? Henri: How DiMaggio? James: DiMaggio? How-How is DiMaggio? What, is he-is he a prisoner over in Alcatraz?
Lou: Hate to see the mighty fall. Know what I mean? Jonesy: Now it's letters. Fuck you, Lou.
Henri: How is DiMaggio doing this year? James: DiMaggio the- the baseball player?
James: How is Joe DiMaggio, the baseball player, doing this year? That's what you're asking? Henri: Yeah, yeah.
Hobbes: Hello. Jonesy: Hey, you see the news? Witness: The cop was shooting first, and he kept on shooting.
Sam: He's not asleep, is he? Hobbes: No, son, he's not asleep.
Jonesy: Hobbes, I got to ask you something. Hobbes: Yeah, shoot. Jonesy: We've been partners a long time. Hobbes: 12 plus, Jonesy. 12 plus.
Haven't you done enough, huh?
Come on out, you son of a bitch! How much more fun can you have, huh?
How about that, huh? Jonesy's fucked! He just killed his boss.
If I kill you, just the final, pathetic chapter in the life of a disgraced hero. Just one more piece-of-shit human scum.
Here we are in this beautiful place, not another human being around for miles, just you and me.
He was then handed over to U.S. Authorities, where he was arrested and taken to an American warship at sea in the Mediterranean.
Half the Middle East is backing Cyprus, if only in principle.
But Chief, how are we gonna do that when all of our agents are already compromised?
Farren: He's a boring pen importer. He does the same routine every day. He's like a robot. Ian: That's 'cause he is a robot.
Gillian: My kids are my priority and, how can I put this gently? Bob: They hate me. Gillian: Yeah.
Colton: Poldark and a couple other Russkys just went in the refinery. Bob: Then I was right. He's planning something.
Colton: How the heck are you going to get in there? A jet pack? Bob: It's in the shop.
His head looks like one of the Easter Island heads.
Gillian: He's a very nice man who treats me very well. Ian: He's a pen importer. Nora: He's a cyborg.
Gillian: He likes to talk about history, science and politics. Ian: Mmm-hmm. I see what you mean about him not being boring.
Gillian: Honey, we're getting ready to carve pumpkins downstairs. You want to join us? Farren: Absolutely! 'Cause I'm a loser and I have no life.
How did you know that would work?
Have you kissed other men who plummeted to their deaths?
Conor: Where are you going? Dylan: I'm going up. And out through the bottom. Conor: Wait. How are you gonna get out of the bottom of the boat? That's the part that's all sealed up.
He wanted to be pretty for his first day.
He's a regular dandy, bit like meself.
Half the people here have family somewhere onboard. You know disaster scenarios. These folks start climbing all over each other, trying to search the ship, they're gonna get themselves killed.
Dr. Silberman: Morning, Sarah. Sarah Connor: Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How's the knee?
Conor: Hey, Mom, are we going with them? Maggie: Yeah, baby, let's go.
Dylan: Hey. Hey, map. What's through here? Marco: Yeah. That's the, uh-- That's the service elevator.
Larry: All right, all right. Hold on, hold on, hold on. We got ourselves a situation. Jennifer: We can do this. Elena: Come on!
Robert: Okay, baby, it's your turn. Larry: Hell, no. Lucky Larry's ready to go. Robert: What?
Hey, who's shooting at us?
You know, Chief, he didn't unjam the copier.
White: How much of this DZ-5 might he have? Grant: I can't be exact there, sir, but I can tell you this much.
Although, yes, he did have a certain rugged quality that some find appealing.
How did you know he was radioactive?
Max: How did I get into these clothes? 99: That's not important. Let's go.
He's just a local horse groomer I hired to drive me around.
It's a tragic story. He's quite deaf. Really not bright.
Travis: He's traveling with us part of the way. Baker: Part of the way, sir? Travis: I'll explain on the bird. Let's go.
Grant: He's unconscious! Travis: All right, get above him now.
Hail Mary was attempting delivery when contact disintegrated.
He lost his family in the Gulf War. He's been with Jaffa's group ever since.
He has the word of the President of the United States he and his men will be given safe passage to a country of his choice.
Rat, Cappy's O.K. He's just unconscious.
He wants to know why they're not diverting to Algeria now that Jaffa's been released.
Louie: What happened? Grant: I think, he just killed one of his own men.
Ah, here we go, here's some entertainment news.
Henri: How old are you? James: What, Mr. Young? Henri: How old are you?
He doesn't need sixty days. The facts in this case are so clear, I should think six minutes.
How, how could you not know about baseball?
James: Nineteen days! Mary: I understand nineteen days, but he killed a man. James: Henri Young did more than three years- three years in total darkness, a black hole. Mary: James, that's tragic, but he took a life.
Henri: Hi. How are you? James: Uh, hiya.
First Officer: Hey, we've got to respond. Hassan: You say nothing. Stay on course.
Yeah, hello. This is Senator Mavros. I'd like to speak to the President, please.
Grant: He just killed Mavros. Rat: Grant, whatever you're going to do, you better do it now.
Baker: God, I hope I'm not going too fast. Nobody uses Morse code anymore. Grant: Except Navy pilots. Keep sending it.
Come on. How about a good old nigger work song?
He specifically requested two niggers. Well, to tell a family secret, my grandmother was Dutch.
Bart: Hey, Charlie. Charlie: Mm hmm? Bart: Let me ask you something. Charlie: Hmm?
Louie: He's going for the sleeper. Rat: That son of a bitch.
He's got Demou. Blow the lights.
James: Henri, how much light got into the cell you spent three years in? Henri: It's like when you offered me that cigarette. James: Henri, I want to get that straight, alright? Henri: And I said, "no thanks, that shit'll kill you," that was pretty good, huh?