Mr. President, they are vulnerable. There will never be a better time.

Michael!

Michael?

McCoy: My God, that's a big ship. Scotty: Not so big as her captain, I think.

"Mama, I'm stuck! Get a spatula and some kool-aid."

My light bill be sky high 'cause of your little black ass.

Move and I'll kill him.

Michael, why are the drapes open?

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Michael, your father loves you very much. Very much.

You can forget about the WB and these goddamn suits. My ass is from the projects. You fuck with me, Boogie, and my ass will act projectish.

My mama made us go to church so much... I used to look at my mama sometimes and just say, "Mama, I'd rather go to hell. "'Cause this goin' to heaven just way too much pressure.

May your journey be free of incident.

Mr. President, even with planetary reserves, we cannot survive without the sun.

Mr. President... perhaps you should transmit a planetary distress signal... While we still have time.

May fortune favor the foolish.

Many of their customs will doubtless take us by surprise.

Maybe he's singing to that man.

My life won't be worth a nickel after tomorrow.

Federation Council President: Captain Spock, you do not stand accused. Spock: Mr. President, I stand with my shipmates. Federation Council President: As you wish.

Sulu I'm counting on Excelsior. Scotty: Excelsior? Why in God's name would you want that bucket of bolts? Kirk: A ship is a ship. Scotty: Whatever you say, sir. Thy will be done. Kirk: My friends... We've come home.

Michael, I'm not going back to Nevada. I brought the children to say good-bye to you.

Oh... Oh, Michael. Michael, you are blind. It wasn't a miscarriage. It was an abortion.

Michael, I hated you for so many years. I think that I did things to myself to hurt myself so that you'd know... That I could hurt you. You were just being strong for all of us, the way papa was, and I forgive you. Can't you forgive Fredo? He's so sweet and helpless without you. You need me, Michael. I want to take ...

Kay Corleone: Oh, Michael. Michael, you are blind. It wasn't a miscarriage. It was an abortion. An abortion, Michael. Just like our marriage is an abortion. Something that's unholy and evil. I didn't want your son, Michael! I wouldn't bring another one of you sons into this world! It was an abortion, Michael! It was...

Mama! Mamma mia!

Buttermaker: Ahmad Abdul Rahim. Ahmad: Here. Buttermaker: Yo, bro, what up? Ahmad: Nothing much. Just ready to play some baseball. Buttermaker: Twenty five, huh? Ken Griffey, right? Ahmad: No. Buttermaker: Satchel Paige? Ahmad: No. Buttermaker: No? Willie Mays? Ahmad: No, it's Mark McGwire. Butte...

Amanda Whurlitzer: Man, you must have a big one because I don't know what else my mom saw in you. Morris Buttermaker: You're not supposed to be talking about my... my one. You're 12 years old. As far as you know, I'm like G.I. Joe down there, okay? Amanda Whurlitzer: I have the Internet, you know. I'm not stupid.

Mr. McKnight, do you usually follow Mr. Lambert's instructions?

Mitch, the letter you got from Bendini, Lambert & Locke was the only one sent out. We want you.

Storm Shadow: McCullen gave me orders to kill the Baron if he so much as touched you. Baroness: Well, he's my husband. Of course he touches me. And besides, his work at the lab goes much better after we've touched.

"Mitch and Abby, we've taken the liberty of furnishing the house temporarily. Just a few things to make you feel at home. We hope you don't mind."

Mr. Corleone is Johnny's Godfather. To the Italian people, that's a very religious, sacred, close relationship.

Sollozzo: I want to talk to you. Tom Hagen: I haven't got time... Sollozzo: Make time, Consigliori! What are you worried about? If I wanted to kill you you'd be dead already. Get in.

Maybe we shouldn't get mike mixed up in this too directly.

Clemenza: Make sure they're clean because those guys are gonna be stuck up there for a long time, you know? Paulie Gatto: They're clean. They exterminate them. Clemenza: Exterminate. That's a bad word to use. Exterminate. Get this guy. Watch out we don't exterminate you.

Mitch: Anything I can do for you? Ray: Sure. Get me out of here.

My baby. No! Oh, no!

Mamma mia what a beauty.

My baby. It's my little girl. God. God.

Duke: Move and I'm gonna blow her away. Baroness: Do it. You already killed me once.

Michael: My father's no different than any other powerful man, any man who's responsible for other people, like a Senator or a President. Kay Adams: You know how naive you sound? Michael: Why? Kay Adams: Senators and Presidents don't have men killed. Michael: Oh. Who's being naive, Kay?

Breaker: Maybe they're not trying to escape. Maybe they're heading somewhere. Heavy Duty: Possible target? Breaker: Yes. Some place with a lot of metal.

Mike, you don't come to Las Vegas and talk to a man like Moe Greene like that!

Priest: Michael, do you believe in God, the father almighty, creator of heaven and earth? Michael: I do.

My godson comes all the way from California and no one gets him a glass of wine.

Man, that boy would catch a cold in the desert.

No, Ethel, you can't talk to your little boy just now. Because he ain't home. Mm-hmm. Must still be at church.

Ray: Guess what I'm looking at? Mitch: Tell me. Ray: My first sunset in six years.

My legs are sweating, mama.

My, you lay a lot on a girl for a first date.

My daddy always told me if a woman will lie about one thing, she'll lie about another.

Wes: Mexicans say, you eat the worm, you're going to see visions. Sissy: Visions of what? Wes: I don't know. I ate a whole mess of them, and I never seen a vision yet, but I sure feel good.

Mom violated monkey.

Danny: Who's in here? Noonan Child: Aah! Danny, get out! Danny: Oh gosh! Stop! Stop! Noonan Child: Mom! Danny saw me naked!

Mother, is that you beckoning me into the light? Must move toward the light.

Lacey Underall: My uncle says you've got a screw loose. Ty Webb: Your uncle molests collies.

Hey, Smails! My dinghy's bigger than your whole boat.

You know, Judge... my dad never liked you.

My grandfather was a very sick man.

Igor: My grandfather used to work for your grandfather. Dr. Frankenstein: How nice. Igor: Of course, the rates have gone up.

My head says listen to my tail, my tail says listen to my head, and I just......end up with an upset stomach.

My name... Is Frankenstein!

Made pretty good time.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukah.

My weapons contain enough destructive power to decimate every hostile capital on Earth. Quite simply, gentlemen, I have harnessed the power of the gods.

Clark: My cousin in law, whose heart is bigger than his brain... Eddie: I appreciate that, Clark. Clark: ...Is innocent.

Ellen: Merry Christmas, Sparky. Clark: Merry Christmas, Honey.

Harry: You realize, of course, that we could never be friends. Sally: Why not? Harry: What I'm saying is... And this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form. Is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. Sally: That's not true. I have a number of men friends, and there is...

Marcie Dahlgren-Frost: Marcie Dahlgren-Frost. Dahlgren is my maiden name. Frost is my married name. I'm single again, but I never bothered to lose the Frost. And I get compliments on the hyphen. Buck Russel: I'm sure you would, sure you would, yeah.

Marriages don't break up on account of infidelity.

Man, smell those trees. Smell those douglas firs.

Sally: Most women, at one time or another, have faked it. Harry: Well, they haven't faked it with me. Sally: How do you know? Harry: Because I know. Sally: Oh. Right. That's right. I forgot. You're a man. Harry: What is that supposed to mean? Sally: Nothing. It's just that all men are sure it never happene...

Maybe you get to a certain point in a relationship where it's just too late to have sex.

My sister believes in fate but not hell. That's why she stopped praying for all the lost souls... since you don't hear that much about purgatory anymore. But every day, she asks her boss to pray that Buddy don't fuck up.

Maybe if you got married, you'd stop being such an asshole.

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Mantovani? They play Mantovani to insomniacs who don't respond to strong drugs.

My God, it's Mardi Gras, and I'm on the main float.

Zuba: Makunga. You're not challenging me again, are you? Makunga: Look on the bright side, Zuba. After I defeat you and take over as alpha lion, you'll have more time to spend with your pathetic excuse of a son.

Mom and Dad? Mom and Dad! Mom and Dad! It's my mom and dad!

Maybe the '80s will be radical. You know? I figure we'll be in our 20s, and, hey, it can't get any worse.

Marijuana on one. Reefer on two.

Man, it's the same bullshit they tried to pull in my day. If it ain't that piece of paper, some other choice they're gonna try and make for you. You gotta do what Randall "Pink" Floyd wants to do, man. And let me tell ya this. The older you do get, the more rules they're gonna try to get you to follow. You just gott...

Yeah, right, Mr. Premature Ejaculation.

Mason: The plane won't be fixed until the suits meet our demands. Now, about maternity leave. Skipper: Maternity leave? You're all males. Marty: Look, we need that plane for a rescue mission. Skipper: There's nothing I can do until we bust up this union. Gloria: I'll bust up all of you if you don't get this ...

Maybe you should try a little rain dance.

Officer McCord: Milner, do you hear me? What's going down? Officer Milner: Yeah, yeah... I think what I heard back there was a bunny rabbit. All I got here is two kids making out in a station-wagon. Should I pry 'em apart? Officer McCord: No, no, forget it. I've got all the answers back here... Hey... are they n...

Heather Duke: Me and Martha "Dumptruck"? Where did you get this? Jason Dean: Oh, I just had the nicest little chat with Ms. Dumptruck. Got along famously. It's kind of scary that everyone's got a little story to tell. You wanna see the canoeing shots? Heather Duke: What is this? Blackmail? I'll give you a week's...

Heather Duke: Hi, everybody. Door was open. Veronica, did you hear? We were doing Chinese at the food fair, when it comes over the radio that Martha Dumptruck tried to buy the farm. She belly-flopped in front of a car wearing a suicide note. Veronica Sawyer: Is she dead? Heather Duke: No... that's the punchline....

Mr. Leo, he's a fashion consultant for the army. "Thank you, Adrian. I'm just very happy to be here. I want to tell you something. This whole camouflage thing for me doesn't work very well."

My whole life passed before my eyes, and it wasn't even interesting to me.

My thoughts exactly.

My name is John Rambo. We served on the same team together in 'Nam.

Sheriff Teasle: Morning, Dave. Dave: Hi, sheriff. Sheriff Teasle: Gonna take a bath this week?

Mario Brothers Plumbing, no leak too small.

Military intelligence? There's a contradiction in terms.

Adrian Cronauer: Mayday! Mayday! Dragon-Lady with incredible figure at 11 o'clock! Stop the car. Edward Garlick: I can't do that, sir. Adrian Cronauer: Aw, Edward, you don't understand. I've been on a small Greek island with a lot of women who look like Zorba, I never thought I'd find women attractive ever again...

Huh? (laughing hysterically)

Johnny Utah: My name's Johnny Utah! Tyler Ann Endicott: Who cares!

Bridgekeeper: Stop! Who would cross the Bridge of Death, must answer me these questions three. Ere the other side he see. Lancelot: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid. Bridgekeeper: What is your name? Lancelot: My name is Sir Lancelot of Camelot. Bridgekeeper: What is your quest? Lancelot: ...

Luigi: Just trust me, I got a good feeling about this alleyway. I don't know. Mario: What? Luigi: My instincts tell me this would be faster... breathe in, big brother, we'll get there. Mario: Luigi!

Make yourself at home. What's mine is yours.

Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm. We ain't got no needles here, kid, just a big fuckin' gun.

Rachel Creed: Mr. Crandall, there's a path over there. Do you know where it goes? Jud Crandall: Oh. Yeah, that's a good story. And a good walk. I'll take you up there sometime. Tell you the story, too, after you get settled in.

My finger! My fuckin' finger! Chester, my fuckin' finger, man! He cut off my fuckin' finger! Oh! It hurts!

Monkey's out of the bottle, man.

Red: Man, I'm just into Buddhism, and I'm at peace with the fact that me, as this person, probably gonna not be around. Think about a hermit crab, okay? And it's a shell. It's like, they go from one shell to the next. And that's what I am. I'm just a hermit crab changin' shells. Dale Denton: Except if you're a dic...

King Arthur: Can we come up, and have a look? Taunting French Guard: Of course not! You are English-types. King Arthur: Well, what are you then? Taunting French Guard: I'm French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king? Sir Galahad: What are you doing in England? Taunting French Guard...

Pat Healy: My real passion is my hobby. Mary: Really, what's that? Pat Healy: I work with retards. Mary: Isn't that a little, uhm, politically incorrect? Pat Healy: Well, heh, to hell with that... no one's going to tell me who I can and can't work with, right? Mary: No, I mean... Pat Healy: We got this o...

You know maybe you should just, like, move down here and marry me.

Michael Emerson! Come on down!

My own brother, a goddamn shit-sucking vampire! You wait till mom finds out, buddy!

Grandpa: Max? We got to have company again? Lucy: Again? You haven't had company in this house since mom died eight years ago. Grandpa: Right. Now we're gonna have company again.

Mom? These are my dinner guests-- Edgar and Alan, the Frog brothers.

Michael, you ever want to see Star again, you better come with us now.

Maybe you can talk him into... sparing all our lives by giving himself up.

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David: Michael wants to know what's going on. Marko, what's going on? Marko: I don't know. What's going on, Paul? Paul: Wait a minute, who wants to know? Dwayne: Michael wants to know.

Commander Charles Anderson: Where do we go from there? Mason: That's a good question... I have no idea. Commander Charles Anderson: What? Mason: I mean, I'll know it when we're all inside. Womack: No. You're not goddam goin'. Show us on the blueprints. Mason: I can't! My blueprint was in my head.

Katie: My keys are in the middle of the floor. I just... Look where I found my keys. Micah: Where did you leave them? Katie: I left them on the counter. Micah: Are you sure? Katie: Yes. I always leave them in the same spot, next to your wallet. Micah: Obviously, this is incontrovertible evidence that evil f...

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Mr Mason will run point for us. Lieutenant Shepard will be attached to his hip. You breathe, he breathes with you. You piss, he helps.

Make no mistake, gentlemen. We're in the fight of our lives... against maybe the greatest battalion commander in the Vietnam War. I shit you not.

If you have all that you're supposed to be my kinda guy

Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.

Maybe we got knocked unconscious... for a hundred years, and we woke up in the Manhattan of the future.

Morgan, I don't know if you're out there. I don't know if you can hear me. Maybe you're listening right now. I hope so. I found others... my family, if you can believe it. My wife and son, they're alive. I wanted you to know that.

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Man, I'm not sure I could live with that.

M'Music.

Stanley Goodspeed: Mason, you all right? John Mason: Yes. Perfectly okay, you fucking idiot.

Me and my boys are ready to cock, lock, and ready to rock.

Sergeant Crisp: Man, killing Navy SEALs is one thing... Is this for real? Captain Frye: Hey, it's business.

The day we took hostages we became mercenaries. And mercenaries get paid!

My God, what have I done?

Claudia: Must be tough when you're spanking your monkey. Ishmael: You have a monkey?

Mr. Munson, I know you can win that tournament. You're a champion, and that never goes away. I'm sure that if you made it through the first few rounds, you'd find your touch again.

Man, she sure makes an impression.

My time is come! The universe is mine!

Kevin: Man, those things are cool! You know, I bet they're razor-sharp. One karate chop to a guy's neck... Peg Boggs: Kevin...! Edward... would you like some butter for your bread? Great! Edward: Thank you. Kevin: Hey, can I bring him to show and tell on Monday? Peg Boggs: Kevin, I've had enough.

My dominions are well known to me, sorcerer.

Maybe, with more time, she'll learn what death really is. Which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin.

Jim: No because my father would prosecute! Kim: His own son? Jim: Especially his own son!

Charley: Mom, I'm not sick! The guy did have fangs, and a bat did fly over my head. And a second later he stepped out of the shadows. Don't you see what that means? Judy: Let me guess. What? Charley: He's a vampire.

Bingo! No ring. Stand back, kids. Mama's going fishing.

Captain Montgomery: Mr. Castle's offered to assist with the investigation. Kate: Really? Castle: It's the least I can do for the city I love. Captain Montgomery: Considering the nature of the crime scenes, I think it's a good idea. Kate: Sir, can I talk to you for a minute in private? Captain Montgomery: Nope.

Javier: Man's got the mayor on speed dial. The rich really are different. Kate: You want him? He's yours. Javier: A control freak like you with something you can't control? No, no. That's gonna be more fun than Shark Week.

Jodha Akbar

Richard Castle: How'd you find me, anyway? Kate Beckett: I'm a detective. That's what I do. Richard Castle: My mother told you, didn't she?

Radio Alvorada

Mario, we're on the miraculous world! Come on, hurry up!

Ted: Howard, by the way, they say it may get icy later. You might wrap chains around those tires. Howard: Maybe I should wrap some chains around you. Ted: What?

My father was the rightful ruler of Outworld. Then his best warriors lost 10 Mortal Kombats, and the emperor entered the realm. He killed my parents and adopted me to lay claim to the throne.

Stay where you are! Would you dare interfere with the tournament and betray our emperor? In his great wisdom, he knows that Mortal Kombat cannot be won by treachery.

My sister died in, in the back bedroom and that's what she was. A dirty secret.

Miss. Young lady. Excuse me. Girls.Hey, hey, little guy. Excuse me, girls. Girls. Hey. Hey, big fella. Excuse me. Excuse me. Ma'am! Hi. Hey, son! Son! Big fella! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Little guy. Little guy!

"What'd I try to tell you? In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women."

My fevered brain seethed with the effort of trying to come up with the infinitely subtle devices necessary to implant the Red Ryder range model air rifle indelibly into my parents' subconscious.

Mrs. Brewster!

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Meat loaf. Meat loaf. Double beet loaf. I hate meat loaf!

My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium-- a master.

Jawn

Merry Christmas, Jamie.

Harry: Merry Christmas, little fella. We know that you're in there, and that you're all alone. Marv: Yeah, come on, kid, open up. It's Santy Claus... and his elf! Harry: We're not gonna hurt you. Marv: Oh no, no, we got some nice presents for you. Harry: Be a good little fella now, and open the door. AAAAA...

Charlie: I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I'm not happy. I don't feel the way I'm supposed to feel. I just don't understand Christmas I guess. I like getting presents and sending Christmas cards, decorating trees and all that, but I'm still not happy. I always end up fee...

May I help you?

Lucy: You think you're so smart with that blanket. What are you going to do with it when you grow up? Linus: Maybe I'll make it into a sport coat.

Charlie: Actually, Lucy, my trouble is Christmas. I just don't understand it. Instead of feeling happy, I feel let down. Lucy: You need involvement. You need to get involved in some real Christmas project. How would you like to be Director of our Christmas play? Charlie: Me? You want me to be the Director of the...

Rollerblader: Mind your own business, mister! Gracie: You drove him away! Philip: This is my business. My business is helping people. Gracie: Well, you know what? Merry Christmas!

Merry christmas. You're out.

Lucy: Here's our Director. Charlie Brown: Man's best friend.

Brad: My name is Kent. What's your name? Kate: Daphne. Brad: Daphne. Beautiful name. It sounds like the name of a flower. Obviously I know that it's not a flower, but it could be. I like the flowers. Smelling them, stuff like that. Sending them to people, and stuff, that's good.

Randy: Meat loaf. Meat loaf. Double beet loaf. I hate meat loaf! The Old Man: All right. All right, I'll get that kid to eat. Where's my screwdriver and my plumber's helper? I'll open up his mouth and I'll shove it in.

Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!

Kra-ba-be-hoh-bap! That's Merry Christmas in Burmese.

Kate: My dad, your mom. My mom, your dad. Great. Brad: We'll see 4 families in one day.

Cody: My gift from Santa Claus better be straight cool.

Susan: Maybe at first, but the nipples get tough. I can hardly feel mine anymore. You wanna flick one?

Brad: Mrs. Kincaid. Marilyn: Call me Marilyn and get over here......and give me a hug, you big, fat, purple teddy bear. Bring it!

Brad: My favorites are when you're a baby......'cause it looks almost like you're a twin......but you ate the other baby in the womb.

Susan: This is really hard for me. My psychiatrist thinks we should break up. Philip: What? I didn't know you were going to a psychiatrist. Susan: Well I'm not actually going to one. I've been dating one for four months.

You're a mean one Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus. You're as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a greasy black peel.

You're a monster Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul. Mr. Grinch I wouldn't touch you with a 39 1/2-foot pole.

Mistletoe. Mistletoe.

You're a rotter Mr. Grinch. You're the king of sinful sots. Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots. Mr. Grinch you're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

Mr. West, this is Daniel Cain. One of Miskatonic Medical's best young hopes for the future of medicine.