C-3PO: Master Owen, may I present two most important visitors? Anakin: I'm Anakin Skywalker. Owen Lars: Owen Lars. This is my girlfriend, Beru. Beru: Hello. Padme: I'm Padme. Owen Lars: Well... I guess I'm your stepbrother. I had a feeling you might show up someday. Anakin: Is my mother here? Cliegg La...

Master Windu, you have fought gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now it is finished.

Me love you long time.

Me so horny.

Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen, and you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you su...

Mind your head.

Aunt Em, Miss Gulch hit Toto on the back with a rake just because she says he gets in her garden and chases her nasty old cat every day!

Going so soon? I wouldn't hear of it. Why, my little party is just beginning.

Ginny: Mummy, have you seen my jumper? Mrs. Weasley: Yes dear, it was on the cat.

Ron, I should tell you, most Muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car.

Ron: My wand. Look at my wand. Harry: Be thankful it's not your neck.

Maddy Bowen: My dad came home from the war in '69. And it took him about 20 years to get right. What? Danny Archer: You Americans, you Americans love to talk about your feelings, huh? So wh-what does that mean? What does that mean? You've got a thing for messed-up vets now? Maddy Bowen: Shut up. You lost both yo...

Maybe I wasn't breast fed as a child, huh?

Might catch a minute of this on CNN--somewhere between sports and weather.

My heart always told me that people are inherently good. My experience suggests otherwise.

Gilderoy Lockhart: Ah... yes, well, that can sometimes happen. Um, but, uh, the point is, uh, you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken. Hagrid: Broken? There's no bones left! Gilderoy Lockhart: Much more flexible, though.

Mark my words, Potter. One day soon... you are going to meet the same sticky end.

Ron: Maybe we could trick them into telling. Hermione: Even they aren't that thick.

Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter.

Morsmordre!

"Me, Myself and I" want to know.

Malfoy: My father will hear about this! Alastor: Is that a threat? Minerva: Professor Moody! Alastor: Is that a threat?! Professor! I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy! It doesn't end here! Minerva: Alastor. We never use transfiguration as a punishment! Surel...

Look at this! I can't believe it! She's done it again. "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, "seems to be developing "a taste for famous wizards. "Her latest prey, sources report, "is none other than the Bulgarian bonbon, "Viktor Krum. "No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."

Murder me, Harry.

Move your body Like a hairy troll Learning to rock and roll.

Karkaroff's Aide: May I have your arm? Parvati Patil: Arm, leg, I'm yours.

Harry: Myrtle. Myrtle: Oh, hello, Harry. Long time no see. Oh?

Moral fiber? Blimey, even when you go wrong, it turns out right.

Professor Moody: 'Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they'. Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, cou...

My wand, Wormtail.

My precious.

Bilbo: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots! Everard Proudfoot: Proudfeet!

My dear Frodo, Hobbits really are amazing creatures. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month. And yet, after a hundred years, they can still surprise you.

Sam: Hey. Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me. Elrond: No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.

Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life.

Men. Men are weak.

My thanks on behalf of those who died in the name of better mechanical amusements and commercial opportunities. Mr. McCabe here will take your orders. God bless you all.

Many of our customs seem strange to you. The same is true of yours. For example, not to introduce yourself is considered extremely rude, even among enemies.

morse code - Aizol sudah berhenti keje

May I offer you whiskey?

I'm sure you'd love to be free, maybe go out and meet some latin guy that can dance, grind up on you, make you feel dangerous but also safe.

Bratty Kid: I just want a bicycle! Jeremy Grey: Why... why are you yelling at me? Bratty Kid: Whatever, make me a bicycle, clown! Jeremy Grey: All right, I'm going to make you a bicycle. But I don't want to make you a bicycle. Bratty Kid: Shut your mouth, funny guy, and make it.

My father taught me it is glorious to die in battle.

Claire: Are you okay? Sack Lodge: Well, Claire, um... My head's buried in a toilet. What do you think? Why don't you do the math, okay? Claire: Honey, it's okay to be vulnerable sometimes. It's just me. Sack Lodge: Yeah, you can just cut that psychobabble bullshit that your mom tells you, okay?

My father is getting married again. For 5 years, he's been living with Gillian who studied decorating at Caesar's Palace.

Jeremy Grey: Wow. Mr. Environmental is also a hunter. That's got to be an interesting combination. Sack Lodge: I hunt quail, Jeremy. They're overpopulated in this region and they're decimating the grub worm population. You got a fucking problem with that? Jeremy Grey: Not nearly as much as I do with the attire t...

Annabelle: Maureen's getting a divorce. Joe Fox: Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Maureen, The Nanny: It's my own fault. Never marry a man who lies. Joe Fox: That is so wise. Yes--Annabel, remember that.

In meiner Diözese gibt es 56 Inseln. Das meiste Land liegt ein bis zwei Meter unter dem Meeresspiegel. Wenn das Wasser rundum steigt, sind die Inseln durch Deiche geschützt. Naturkatastophen wie Hochwasser oder Stürmen halten sie nicht Stand. Das Salzwasser dringt ein und zerstört die Ernte und die Häuser. Es gab zw...

Skinny: Maybe if you'd cover your face, somebody might want to hump you and you wouldn't have to clean. What do you call them things you cover up your face with? Woman: A veil. Skinny: Yeah. A veil. Get a veil.

Must be randy as hell to come out in this shit.

Beauchamp: Maybe you should just hang the carpenter. Ha ha ha ha! Little Bill: What?

Makes me want to cry, seeing toys that were treated this way.

Man: Murdering whores! Alice: He had it coming! He had it coming for what he done!

Misfire! Kill the son of a bitch!

Braithwaite: Mr. Lee, I've come to talk to you about a tournament of martial arts. A tournament to which you've already received an invitation. Specifically, the tournament organized by Mr. Han. Lee: Han's tournament. Braithewaite: I know, I know, I know. But we'd very much like you to attend that particular tou...

I'm sorry. Mr. Roper isn't in right now. May I take a message?

Parsons: What's your style? Lee: My style? You can call it the art of fighting without fighting. Parsons: The art of fighting without fighting? Show me some of it. Lee: Later. Don't you think we need more room? Parsons: Where else? Lee: That island, on the beach. We can take this boat.

Tania: Mr. Williams. Mr. Williams! Williams: For me? You shouldn't have but, I'll take you darling, and you, and you, and you. Please understand, if I missed anyone, it's been a big day. I'm a little tired. Tania: Oh of course, Mister Williams. You must conserve your strength.

Man, you come right out of a comic book.

mambang kuning ramlee

mambang mabuk sudin

mambang tanah aziz

My infallible lifelong instinct for sizing people up.

MagiKarp use a splash attack.

MagiKarp, use your splash attack!

Hannah: What was that? Trevor: Yup, magnesium. Must run in veins all through these walls. Hannah: Magnesium is kind of flammable, isn't it, professor? Trevor: Yeah, used in flares, used in gun powder, matchsticks. Hannah: Right, well, maybe gun powders and flares aren't such a good idea down here.

Sean: When we get out, I'm getting a Maserati. Trevor: Money is not the only thing that matters, Sean. People matter too, you know. Something like that. Sean: Not if you have a Maserati.

Money is not the only thing that matters, Sean. People matter too, you know.

Trevor: Most likely theory is that it just ends. Sean: Ends? Got any other theories?

My mind is blown, yes.

Man, I really wish I'd read that book.

More importantly, where have you been? I heard you missed your Monday lecture and both of your students complained.

Joe Fox: Mr. 152 Felony indictments. Kathleen Kelly: Mr. 152 insights into my soul. Joe Fox: Oh yeah. No competing with that.

Lestat: Mon dieu. More melancholy nonsense. You grow more like Louis every day. Soon you'll be eating rats! Claudia: Rats? When did you eat rats, Louis? Louis: It was a long, long time ago, before you were born. And I don't recommend them.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.

Marion Ravenwood: Mutt can be a little impetuous. Indiana Jones: Well, it's not the worse quality in the world. Keep your arms above the surface. When the kid comes back, grab on. Marion Ravenwood: Indy, he... Indiana Jones: He's a good kid, Marion. You should get off his back about school. Marion Ravenwood:...

Mutt Williams: Mom! Indiana Jones: Honey! Mac: Slow down! Indiana Jones: Honey! Stop, we're gonna go the cliff! Marion Ravenwood: That's the idea! Indiana Jones: Bad idea; give me the wheel! Marion Ravenwood: Trust me! Indiana Jones: Don't ever do that again! Marion Ravenwood: Yes, dear! Professor ...

My father had a field day.

My father went off the deep end.

My name is Ren MacCormack, and I would like to move on behalf of most of the senior class of Bomont High School that the law against public dancing within the town limits of Bomont be abolished.

Most of all, I longed for death.

My philosopher. My martyr who'd never take a human life. Oh, yes! This calls for a celebration.

My little papillon! My butterflies, he killed them!

Murderer!

My end starts at the beginning.