Hey this is Sam Adams.

Hey! I heard that. I heard that. Don't be talkin' about me, man.

Lee: Wait here. Carter: Where you goin'? Lee: Bathroom. Carter: Hurry back, man, 'cause we gonna party.

He should be put in a plastic bubble.

Mikey: He got into this cave and the British, they blew up the walls around him. And he got caved in. He's been there ever since. Data: Forever? Mikey: Forever. Chunk: And ever? Mikey: Trapped. Chunk: Wow!

Hey, no matter what I say, you did the right thing. Reminds me of when I was out there chasin' down bad guys, rockin' their world. That was some pretty amazing shit you did back there, Hoyt.

Wife: He ain't even over here. Alonzo: Right. We got a search warrant. Unlock the door, please, ma'am. Wife: Damn!

Alonzo: Here you go. Let's go. Wife: You motherfuckers! Hey, jackers! Listen, you better give me my fucking money back, motherfucker. You ain't no police!

Jake: How come you got the golden pass? Alonzo: Because I treat them fair.

Stan Gursky over here... he runs the D.A. shooting team. You think about him before you pull the trigger, because if you're wrong, he'll snatch your fuckin' nuts out, use 'em for dice.

Mama Fratelli: He better not have broken his chains. I'm not going back to the zoo for another set.

Francis: Hey, kid, spill your guts. Tell us everything. Chunk: Everything? Francis: Everything! Chunk: Everything... Ok, I'll talk.

Oh, God! If he didn't make it out and he was supposed to be an expert, how are we going to get out of here?

Hey, look at this. Candles!

Safety is first. He gives us shit... boom, we're givin' him lead. Let's do this right so we can all go home and do the wife or the girlfriend thing.

Hey, this man was the biggest major violator in Los Angeles. I watched that cocksucker operate with impunity for over 10 years, and now I got him. This shit's chess. It ain't checkers.

Moreno: How long you been a pig? I'm... my bad, my bad. I meant... I meant... I meant a police officer. That's what I meant. Jake: I been a pig for 19 months.

Moreno: Hey, smiley. You gonna trip out, homes. Is that your little cousin or what, eh? Smiley: Where'd you get this? Jake: Oh, fuck! I found it!

Jake: Hey. Is your dad home? Alonzoito: In the bedroom.

Friend 1: Hey, Troy, how far you gone with Andy? Friend 2: All the way, buddy? Troy: You're so immature. Why don't you grow up.

He looks really pissed off!

Hi, Willy. I'm Mike Walsh. You've been expecting me.

Mikey: How long have you been there? Brand: Long enough, Mikey. Long enough.

Hey, you guys!

Hey, you guys!

Holy Mary, mother of god! Look at that.

Andy: Just watch this. Data: Come here, daddy. Andy: He's just like his father. Data: That's okay daddy, you can't hug a photograph. Data's Father: You're my best invention

Mouth: I've got an idea, why don't we put chocolate on the floor, and let Chunk eat his way through. Chunk: Ok, Mouth, that's all I can stand, and I can't stand no more! I got it! I got it! I don't got it. Goonies: You klutz! Chunk: Hope it's not a deposit bottle.

Hi, Willy. I'm Mike Walsh. You've been expecting me. Haven't you? Well, I made it. I beat you. I got here in one piece, so far. So... that's why they call you One-Eyed Willy, One-Eyed Willy. We have a lot in common, huh, Willy? You know something, Willy? You're the first goonie. Yo. Ahem. Hi, guys. How's it going? T...

Holy s-h-i-t!

Mrs. Walsh: Brand, if Mikey's getting asthma, I don't want him out in the rain. Brand: He should be put in a plastic bubble. Mrs. Walsh: I'm serious, Brandon. That's not funny. He takes one step outside, and you are in absolutely the deepest, uh... Brand: Shit, ma. Mrs. Walsh: I don't like that language, but tha...

Hey, somebody get some pants on that kid.

He's drunk as shit.

Hey, you know what you must do? Relax. Don't do it. Huh?

Hey, you know, wedding singer? A-whoo!

Sammy: Hey, Robbie, you better get back in there. They're starting to turn on George. Man: Sit down! Man: You suck! You suck!

Man... He's taking it pretty bad. I mean, he's acting like a real robot, a zombie or something.

Hey, Linda. You're a bitch.

Sammy: Hey, these sheets are soft. You use downy? Robbie: No. All Tempa-Cheer. You can wash your clothes at any temperature, and the colors don't run together.

Stan Gursky: Alonzo, heard you had an expensive weekend in Vegas. How did you ever screw up so bad? Alonzo: It's nothing, It's nothing. Forget it. Hey, I didn't know. It's not my town. I'm not omniscient. Lou Jacobs: The Russians don't care if you have a badge. They'll whack you. You ought to hop a jet out of he...

Roger: You figure that joke out, you'll figure the streets out. Alonzo Harris: Shit, there ain't nothing to figure out, that's just some senseless bullshit. Don't listen to him. Jake Hoyt: You know, I already figured 'em out. Alonzo Harris: Really? Roger: You already figured the streets out. Jake Hoyt: It's all...

Alonzo Harris: Had lunch with the Wise Men today. They said you got to render unto Caesar. Roger: Fuckin' vampires want my pension?

How you want it, dog, huh? Closed casket? You remember that fool in the wheelchair? How you think he got there?

Holly: He just had his heart broken. Why would he even think about coming back to work? Sammy: I don't know.

Hey, ohh, the goofball brothers.

He's losing his mind. And I'm reaping all the benefits.

Robbie: How do you do it, man? I mean, how do you do it without getting caught? Glenn: Julia is totally preoccupied with the wedding. I mean, she doesn't know what's going on.

How was your bottle of rum last night?

Hello. It's nice to meet you. I'm Julia Gulia. Julia Gulia.

Sammy: Hey, Rudy. Get Robbie a double. Robbie: Actually, Rudy, don't even worry about it. I brought my own.

Linda: Hi, Robbie. Robbie: Kiss my grits.

Ticket Counter Agent: Hey, do you like Flock of Seagulls? Robbie: I can see you do.

Flight Attendant: Some creep in coach who thinks he's Don Johnson just asked me to be part of the mile-high club. He said I was grade-A, top-choice meat.

Billy Idol: How you doing, sir? Chicken or fish? Glenn: You better get out of my way, Billy, or you're going to get hurt. Billy Idol: Oh, yeah? Large Man: Don't you talk to Billy Idol that way.

His wound is by the heart. We cannot save him.

Hey, psycho, I'm not gonna feel better about this. It's over. Now please get out of my Van Halen t-shirt before you jinx the band and they break up.

Glenn: Hey, asswipe... don't go snitchin' to Julia about this. I know you got some little crush on her, but you gotta face the facts. She'd rather go to bed with a real man, not some poor singing orphan. Robbie: All right, shithead. I haven't been in a fight since I was in the fifth grade, but I beat the shit out of...

Petey: Hey, Linda. You're a bitch. Robbie: Thanks, Petey. Go back to the house. He--he might have tourette's syndrome. We're looking into it.

How you bet is your business. You want to make them think you're betting for a reason.

I should have been here. He called the crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force other men to our religion.

Hello, Marian.

How did your uneducated kind ever take Jerusalem?

Robin: Have we lost them? Azeem: No. My horse carries two. Yours is lame. We cannot outrun them. Duncan: Leave me, master Robin.

Has English hospitality changed so much in six years that a friend of mine's not welcome at this table?

Robin: How is it there are so many of you in hiding? John: Well, we're all outlaws.

Here... We are kings.

He's taking the Sheriff's horse!

Azeem: How can I protect you, Christian, if I know not where you go? Robin: You've hardly raised a finger when you do know...

Robin: How many? Azeem: 20. Robin: 20? Bull: How many? Robin: Five. They can't count anyway.

Robins Man 1: Help me move this log! Robins Man 2: This ain't a log, this is a tree!

How is it that a once arrogant young nobleman...has found contentment living rough with the salt of the earth?

He is the devil's seed, sent to lead us astray. Don't listen to him. He will kill her!

Hey, hey, rookie. Rookie, what are you so happy about?

Bugsy: Half an hour ago, they shook the lamps over the bar. Christina: Last time, she brought her sister. You should've seen the lamps then.

Hey, beautiful. Yeah, you. Buy you a drink?

Hey, you know what would look good on you? Me. Ha ha.

Woman: Have a drink. It's not that bad. Bugsy: Thank you. Here's to crime.

Billy: What is this you're doing now? Sully: Helping out a friend. Billy: He paying you? Sully: He's my friend.

He's my precious boy, and you're the woman for him.

He fancies you, my lady. I am blind, but some things I can still see.

Bobby: Hey, you promised me a shitload of fish! Billy: You'll get a shitload of fish.

Look. Look at this. You've got Hurricane Grace moving north off the Atlantic seaboard, huge, getting massive. Two, this lull south of Sable Island ready to explode. Look at this. Three, a fresh cold front swooping down from Canada. But the darn thing's caught a ride on the jet stream, and is motoring hellbent toward...

Oh, listen to him. He's so cute. Let me tell something to you. Except for me, tall boy, You got the most charisma of anybody.

He developed an obsessive, over-dependent relationship with his mother which then turned into some inappropriate sexual attraction.

Bobby: How do we do this, skip? Billy: No school for it. Never was.

Linus: I tell you, you guys really can pick 'em. This guy is as smart as he is ruthless. The last guy they caught cheating in here, he not only sent him up for 10 years, but he had the bank seize his house, and then he bankrupted... Rusty: His brother-in-law's tractor dealership. Linus: I heard. He doesn't just t...

How can I control England When I cannot even control my own county? I bring in a little help. Udrid!

Sheriff: Have you been spying on me, you little insect? Scribe: No! Sheriff: Who else would have made a ho...

Man 1: Hey, who are you? Hey! Man 2: Don't anger him. He is a Celt.

Anne Hamilton: Now, he is a nice boy. He's a nice boy, but he's... Allie: He's what? He is what? Tell me. Anne Hamilton: He is trash, trash, trash, not for you.

He's not suitable for you, baby.

Tuck: Here's 30 pieces of silver to pay the devil on your way to hell! Bishop: Aah!

King Richard: Hold. I speak. Marian: Richard. People: It's King Richard.

Tuck: Husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. Robin: I know that. the People: Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

He wrote one letter a day for a year, 365 letters, but they all went unanswered.

He called the crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force other men to our religion.

Hey, where's the flag? Where's the flag? Flag on-- fifty-five!

Hutch, tell you what, I'll do the recruiting trip. You go home and see your granddaughter's recital. I'm gonna do it. I'm doing it.

Don: Has the NCAA returned any of my calls yet? Luann: No.

Like that. You see that? Head-slap the shit out of him.

Sofia: Harpo? Harpo? Harpo! Harpo: I won't. I will! I will. I do.

Hot damn, he's liable to make that from 50.

For those of you who may not know this is the final resting place for six members of the 1970 Thundering Herd. The plane crash that took their lives was so severe, so absolute that their bodies were unable to be identified. So they were buried here, together. Six players, six teammates, six sons of Marshall. This is...

Shug: Mm hmm Harpo: Hey! Welcome to Harpo's. I'm Harpo.

Bartender: How's the game goin'? Rusty: Longest hour of my life. Bartender: What? Rusty: I'm running away with your wife. Bartender: Great.

Celie: He don't never ask me how I feel. Just... never ask me nothin' about myself. Just climb on top of me and do his business. Shug: Do his business? Do his bus... Why, miss Celie, you sound like he... going to the toilet on you. Celie: That's what it feel like.

Hopefully you're kissin' cousins, right?

How many dukes does it take to screw up a moonshine delivery?

Hello, Lucy. Had a busy night? We've been working hard too. Pardon me, Luce.

Hello, Radlett Police Station? Good evening. It's Miss Weathers at Woodmere Health Farm. I'm sorry to bother you, but something rather odd just happened. It's probably nothing at all, but you never know. A young man rang the bell, asking to use the telephone. He said there's been some kind of accident. The thing tha...

Alex: How about putting me in for this new treatment, Father? Prison Chaplain: I take it you are referring... to the Ludovico technique.

He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do.

Rusty: Hey, bash. Basher: Hey, russ. Rusty: How fast can you put something together From what I just slipped you? Basher: It's done. Hey, is danny about? Rusty: Yeah, he's waitin' around the corner. Basher: Oh, that's terrific! It will be nice working with proper villains again. Policeman: Everybody down! Bash...

Basher: Hey. Where we at, boys? Livingston: Pins and floor sensors now. Basher: Blinder.

She came towards me with the light, like it was the light of heavenly grace. And the thing that flashed in me gulliver was that I'd like to have her there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.

He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice.

He will be your true Christian... ready to turn the other cheek. Ready to be crucified, rather than crucify. Sick to the very heart at the thought even of killing a fly. Reclamation. Joy before the angels of God.

There is also a certain man... a writer of subversive literature who has been howling for your blood. He's been mad with desire to stick a knife into you.

Hey, man, I thought you hit some pretty rad poses back there. We should hang sometime, me and you, you know what I mean?

Sock: Honestly, compared to some other times when I met the parents, it didn't go that badly, Benji. You know, he didn't pull a gun on me and try to rip off my genitals. Sam: Sounds like he's got a soft spot for you.

Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Deltoid.

Hi, hi, hi, there. At last we meet. Our brief govorett through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes?

Frederick: What crime did you commit? Alex: The accidental killing of a person, sir. Barnes: He brutally murdered a woman in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir. Frederick: Excellent. He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do. Governor: Fine. We could still look at C-block. Freder...

He had this idea, it was... kind of veracious idea. He believed that you could cure racism and hate literally cure it, by injecting music and love into peoples lives.

Alex: Is that the end, then? Psychiatrist: Yes. Alex: I was quite enjoying that. Psychiatrist: Good. I'm glad. Alex: How many did I get right? Psychiatrist: It's not that kind of a test.

Have I fired you lately?

Edward; Have I fired you lately? Thomas: Not since the Oprah incident.

Doctor Hollins: Good morning, Edward. Edward: Morning. Doctor Hollins: How you feeling? Edward: Dumb question.

Dr. Hollins: How's that catheter? Edward: Don't know how I ever did without it.

Hit the cutoff man, for crying out loud.

Dr. Hollins: How's it going there? Edward: Dumb question.

I thought it would be liberating knowing how much time you had left to work with. It turns out, it's not.

Thomas: Uh, sir, I don't mean to sound indelicate... but how do you want me to handle your...? Edward: Death?

"Help a complete stranger for the good." "Laugh until I cry." Not to be judgmental, but this is extremely weak.

Celie: He beat me when you ain't here. Shug: Who do? Albert? Celie: Mister. Shug: Why he do that? Celie: He beat me for not being you.

The way I see it, we can lay around here hoping for a miracle in some bullshit science experiment or we can put some moves on.

How about this, huh? This is living.

Carter: How much money do you have anyway? Edward: Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to talk about someone else's money? Carter: I never knew anyone with enough to ask.

How much money do you have?

Carter: Have you found joy in your life? Edward: Uh-huh. Carter: Answer the question. Edward: Me? Carter: Yeah, you. Edward: Answer the question, "Have I found joy in my life?" Carter: Yes. Edward: Yes

Carter: Has your life brought joy to others? Edward: Ah, this type of question, I... I don't know, uh... I don't think about how other people gauge, uh... Ask them. Carter: I'm asking you.

Carter: What's next? Edward: Next, Hong Kong. Silk suits and black walnut ice cream.

Carter: Did you hear it? Angelica: Hear what? Carter: I read an account of a man who made it to the summit and standing there at the top of the world he experienced this profound silence. It was like all sound just fell away. And that's when he heard it. Angelica: What? Carter: The sound of the mountain. He said it ...

Edward: How they treating you? Carter: Pea soup still sucks. Edward: I'll have a word with the owner.

The last thing I remember before the blackout was holding my hands over Kayleigh's ears. I think I was more focused on her hands on mine than the mailbox across the street. Mom thinks that hypnosis might be a good way to remember what...

Holy shit! Look at that fat fuck! He's got bigger titties than Lenny's mom.

He's been acting real strange lately. He won't even look me in the eyes anymore.

If I can figure out how the memories in a simple worm function, it should help me to understand the complexities... of the human brain.

Sheev: Have you ever been to China? Have you ever been to China? Bo: I ate Chinese food once! Sheev: Yeah, well, you don't blow up mu shu pork, my friend. Bo: I dated a Korean girl in high school. Sheev: That is an entirely different oriental nation. Get an education!

Billy Pricket: Hey! You anus? Enos: Uh, no, that's Enos, Mr. Prickett.

He said he figured out a way to remember his past. I couldn't tell if they were real memories or just his imagination.

Psychic: Have you ever had your palm read before? Evan: No, this is the first time, so be gentle please.

Hurry up. I want a quickie before school.

Evan: Holy shit! Are these the answers? Frat Guy: Damn, Evan, keep it on the DL.

Kayleigh: He's not going to hurt you, okay? He's just trying to scare you away from me. Evan: He killed my dog.

I spoke to your lawyer. And he says he's sure he can get you off on self-defense.

Hey, Scoob, that was fun. Let's grab another skateboard And do it again.

Hey, you guys, look, I know I'm just the dude that carries the bags, but it seems to me we all play an important part in this group.

Evan: How else would I know you have twin moles on your inner thigh? Kayleigh: Anyone with 50 bucks could tell you that.

The last thing I remember before the blackout was holding my hands over Kayleigh's ears. I think I was more focused on her hands on mine than on the mailbox across the street.

Hey, douchebag, what did you do?

Will: He's not a person. He's not like Mr. Peanut. Jack: Uh, Mr. Peanut isn't a person, Will. Karen: He's a legume.

Here's one thing I've learned from the movies.

Here we are! Sunset and Camden!

Rosco:We're really rolling! R.F. Simpson: Well, you can stop rolling at once. Rosco: What? R.F. Simpson: Don, Lina. Rosco: Ok, everybody save it! R.F. Simpson: Save it? Tell them to go home. We're shutting down for a few weeks. Rosco: What? R.F. Simpson: Well, don't just stand there. Tell them! Rosco: Everybo...

Hamburgers.

Hamburgers... Where are you? Hamburgers. Oh, boy. Hamburgers.

Hong Kong phooey, watch the fists of fury.

He was so handsome. And he really knew how to accessorize.

Bienstock: How about Rosemary Schultz? Poliakoff: She slashed her wrists when Valentino died. Sue: We might as well all slash our wrists Unless we round up two dames by this evening.

Daphne: How about that talent, huh? It's like falling into a tub of butter. Joe: Watch it, Daphne! Daphne: When I was a kid, Joe, I used to have a dream. I was locked up overnight in a pastry shop, and there was goodies all around. There was jelly rolls, and mocha eclairs, and sponge cake and Boston cream pie... ...

How about the shape of that liquor cabinet?

Hey, good-looking.

Hey, I'm me again.

Hello, puppy.

How are you, my friend?

Hey, look at me!

How's your hearing and vision? Sara: I have both.

Tyrone: Huh? Alice: What ya doin' baby? Tyrone: Nothin'. Just thinkin' about you. About the nasty things I'm about to do to ya.

Leo: Hey, guys. Will: Hey! Jack: Top o' the mornin' to ya, Leo! And look at you, Grace! You're magically delicious! Karen: Manly, yes. But I like her too!

This is Howard Hughes. Howard and I were just discussing how he wants me to pull a camera out of my ass.

Newscaster: Yes, young Howard Hughes has pulled it off! After two years, Hell's Angels has finally finished filming. There's gonna be one heck of a wrap party in Hollywood tonight. The price tag? A staggering $2 million. So if every human being in America buys a ticket, heck, he might even make a profit.