Engywook: Next is the Magic Mirror Gate. Atreyu has to face his true self. Falkor: So what? That won't be too hard for him. Engywook: Oh, that's what everyone thinks! But kind people find that they are cruel. Brave men discover that they are really cowards! Confronted with their true selves, most men run away sc...

Nessun Dorma - GVB_rochester

No, not again. No, not again!

None of us ever goes off and lives by his wits.

Not sure this will make you feel better, but I'm sure you could use a drink. Some company. Something to take your mind off of it for a bit.

Next time I see the Princess, I'm gonna be brave.

Master: Who you? Max: Me Max. Master: You smart. Max: That's my vehicle. Master: Disarm! Max: How much? Master: No trade. Do!

Master: No energy, no town! Me king Arab! Max: Sure. Me fairy princess.

Pig Killer: Hey Mister, what are you laying for? Max: Nothing. Pig Killer: Who are you? Max: Nobody. Pig Killer: No, mister, I can feel it. The dice are rolling. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Dutch Engstrom: Not so's you'd know it, Mr. Bishop. We ain't nothin' like him! We don't hang nobody! I hope, someday, these people here kick him, and the rest of that scum like him, right into their graves. Angel: We will. If it takes forever.

The Collector: You know the law! Aunty: This is Thunderdome! Kill him! Master: No! No! Look at his face! He's got the mind of a child.

Master: This place... Finished! The Collector: No, little man. We've only just begun.

Now, there were places like these. Cities, they were called cities. There were lot's of 'em. Yeah, and they had the knowing of a lotta things. They did. They had skyscrapers and videos.

King: Yo, Erin, what's up? Erin: Nothing. King: What you don't work for me no mo'? Erin: Yeah. I was just goi... Didn't I say I was getting his money? I was just saying... King: What? No Bitch! I don't work for the phone company. I don't do this shit long distance.

Vicky: Gino... are you all right? Gino: No. I'm not all right. I'm fuckin' like this. What'a ya think? He was my best friend.

Sales Clerk: I got this stuff here... It's good. It looks like he needs this. Give em some a this. Gino: None of this is from Jersey, though, right? Sales Clerk: Nah. Not from Jersey... Gino: Cause i don't want no radioactive stuff. Ya know what I'm saying?

No one grasps the concept of the mask.

No man wants to bury his son. I know no man wants to admit that his son has become something that the world can do without...

Norman Katsenmeyer's a dinosaur. He's too fuckin' blind to find his way into the nearest tar pit.

Not everybody is going to be satisfied. I have to tell you the insurance companies and some of the other private sector folks who are involved in this, we need you to show some heart and some spirit in helping people rebuild as well.

Biker #1: Didn't anybody tell you that this is the private club of the Satan's Helpers? Pee-wee: Nobody hipped me to that, dude.

Come on. You can help me. Come on! Don't panic. No pushing, no shoving.

Now we won't have to offer the old fart a seat on the board of directors.

Now eat, you bigmouth!

No, no. That's impossible. We've never missed a payment. Every month, I give Josh hundreds of dollars of my money, and then he writes you a rent check, right, Josh?

Alex: You're getting a lion? Dante: Yeah. Alex: Why? Dante: To protect my shit. Alex: Never heard of a dog? Dante: Dude, you can get past a dog. Nobody fucks with a lion.

Nicky, what am I gonna do? Give the old guy a heart attack?

No sweat, Uncle G.

Merle: Now how do you say your last name? Neil: Gargulio. Merle: Well, I'm gonna keep calling you Neil. All right?

General Rogard: Nothing can stop this thing! We've hit it with everything we've got! Kent: Not everything, general. The bomb.

Now you're gonna rise to the occasion, son.

Now we just wait here for a pic-a-nic basket to fall into our arms.

Mike: There's no need to make any conversation for my sake. Hawk: So much for small talk.

Rachel: No other human in sight. Ranger Smith: That sounds like my apartment. Ha, ha. Uh, you know, because I live alone.

Alex: Nice jammies. Jeff: Thanks. They're a present from my roommates.

No attacks, no one's been bit, no one's died, no one's turned, no one's gone crazy.

Perry: Yeah, invites me to sit down, sits on my lap, fires up a spleef. Harry: Geez. Really? Perry: No. Idiot.

Now you listen to me. You have a baby. Our baby. And Carl. And the others. I love you.

No, I used to be great, now I'm amazing.

Lizard: No mother, no father, no uncle. All alone. Captain Stacy: He's not alone.

Harmony's Dad: Son of a... Who do you think you're talking to? I buried my daughter today! Perry: No. You buried her twenty years ago.

Nobody is gonna hurt Jellystone.

Don: Let me walk you in. Bethany: No. I know that trick.

No matter what disaster may occur in other parts of the world or what petty little problems arise in Atlanta, no one can find us up here.

Fred: I don't want Pete Campbell near this. I was surprised you took him along. Roger: No comment.

No more distractions. We need to focus on my goals.

No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to shoot my husband in cold blood and then stop at the ATM.

Peggy: I don't even understand your list. What's wrong with Elizabeth Taylor? Fred: Isn't it about making old ladies look good? Peggy: Nothing makes old ladies look good.

Now I feel kinda bad about using him as a foot stool.

Ranger Smith: Now who says there are no rides at Jellystone? Rachel: Yeah, you've definitely got the thrill part down.

Lane: Now don't go and cry about it. Joan: Excuse me? Lane: I said, don't go and cry about it.

No longer bound by my promise, I tried to fortify the nerve to pursue my vengeance.

Nino and his Cash Money Monkeys over there are dealing with those Spicaroos up on Broadway and 171st.

Baby, you used to be the prom queen, now you ain't nothing but the prom fiend.

Nino's one sick genius.

Pookie: Man, yo, Nino brown's a mad scientist. Man, what did Marvin say on that album? "The boy that made slaves out of men?" that's Nino. Peretti: Ooh, that's deep.

NO.

Now I feel a whole lot better about this. How about you? Good.

Nothing and no one will ever come between you and me. Never.

Nobody believes that crap about moons and goochers. It's baby stuff. Now come on, flip again.

Nino: Now... Leave me. Gee Money: Nino, man. Nino: Get the fuck out.

Teddy: No, I'm gonna kill him! Milo: You come on and try it, you little, slimy bastard.

Vern: Nothing like a smoke after a meal. Teddy: Yeah, I cherish these moments.

Not one of your horror stories, okay? I don't want to hear no horror stories. I'm not up for that, man.

Don Armeteo... Nino is about to itch.

Nino: Is that what this is about, that fucking skeezer? You think I give a fuck about her? Fuck that ho bitch! I don't give a fuck about her! Gee Money: Nino, man, it ain't about her. It's about us.

Now, the fact is, you'd be working for me.

Now, you listen here. Unless they rewrote the constitution and didn't tell me, I still have rights.

Miss Daisy: Now, wait! You're-- you're speeding. I can see it. Hoke: No, Miss Daisy, no. We're only doing about 19 miles an hour. Miss Daisy: I like to go under the speed limit. Hoke: Yes'm, but the speed limit's 35 here.

Not on that day, not when your dad and I saw the miracle, when the old man brought us home.

Hoke: Now, what business in the world you got dragging this mess out the house by yourself? Miss Daisy: Who was here to help me? Hoke: Oh, Lord have mercy. It don't take more than 5 minutes to load up the trunk of this car.

Hoke: Now, you fixing to break both your arms and your legs before we even get out of Atlanta. You're taking on too much there, Miss Daisy. Miss Daisy: I hate doing things at the last minute. Hoke: Oh, what you talking about? You been packed and ready to go for the last week and a half.

Now, my daughter, she's married to a Pullman porter, you know. She's always on the go-- New York, Detroit, St. Louis. I say, "Well, now, "That's all well and good, Tommy Lee, but I just don't feel the need for it." So here it is... first time.

Hoke: Now, how do you think I feel having to set up here and ask you can I go make water, like I'm some child? Miss Daisy: You ought to be ashamed. Hoke: Well, I ain't no child, Miss Daisy.

Boolie: Name your salary. Hoke: Yes, sir, that's exactly what she said. Boolie: Well, how does $65 a week sound? Hoke: Why... sounds pretty good, sir. Course, uh, 75 sound better. Boolie: It sure does.

Now our hero hated boats, but he was desperate in his quest, and once again he fell victim to the heinous cute and fuzzy bunnies.

Enrique: They had a rule at the BK, no sex in the storage room. Same as your phone rule, right? Josh: No, not the same, because your dick has to come with you to work, Mr. Dev'Reaux, but your phone can stay at home.

Not her.

Never once seen a banger that could quit. Too fucking stupid.

No shit. She looks like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Not one of us mentioned Ray Brower, but we were all thinking about him.

Now, just the day before, we'd all been pitching horseshoes, see? Him laughing and carrying on and talking about how me and Porter was going to have strong right arms just like him.

Hoke: Now, what you think I am, Miss Daisy? Miss Daisy: What do you mean? Hoke: Invitation to this here dinner come in the mail a month ago. Now, it be you wanted me to go with you, how come you wait till we in the car and on the way before you ask me?

None of us could breathe. Somewhere under those bushes was the rest of Ray Brower.

"There doesn't seem to be a Klingon word for jolly."

Nice car, Joe.

Natasha Romanoff: Nick Fury seems to trust you. But now we need you to come in. Bruce Banner: What if I say no? Natasha Romanoff: I'll persuade you.

No. Everything is not okay.

Angela: Not exactly a balanced breakfast. Frank: Out of practice.

Not one more step.

Now, let's go kill Castle in his miserable hole.

Next time he has to face us and a fucking army.

Thor: No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki. Loki: And you're doing a marvellous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not? Thor: You think yourself above them? Loki: Well, yes. Thor: Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother.

The Old Man: Nice shooting, son. What's your name? RoboCop: Murphy.

Steve Rogers: No offence, Doc. Bruce Banner: It's all right, I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things. Tony Stark: You're tip-toeing, big man. You need to strut. Steve Rogers: And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark. Tony Stark: Do you think I'm not?

Josh: None. We're not avoiding lesbians. Slide: I don't avoid lesbians at all. I seek lesbians out. Lesbians got the nicest titties.

Nobody ever takes me seriously! We'll get serious now... and kiss the mayor's ass goodbye!

Slide: No, I ain't married. What's up? Odessa: Just taking a poll. Slide: Taking a poll? Odessa: I'll take your poll.

Now back up before I pop a cap in your ass.

You don't have a choice. I brought my own gun. Now put your shit down, nice and slow.

Natasha Romanoff: Now you sound like you. Clint Barton: But you don't. You're a spy, not a soldier.

Now you want to wade into a war. Why? What did Loki do to you?

OK, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to the task of beating the shit out of these guys.

Dr. Banner. Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.

Nice call. What else you got?

Roger: No guns, No Ju Jit Su, just bring him down. Riggs: Roger. Roger: Huh? Riggs: 10 4.

Hogarth, we've got to rent a room this year if we're gonna make ends meet, and no one wants to live in a place with shredded upholstery.

Never let me feel jealousy or anger. Whatever is in me is held in, is kept harmless, when I'm happy.

Now, there's a good girl. Draw all the way back now to your cheek. That's right. Keep both eyes open. And, loose!

No. No! Me go. You stay. No following.

I told you! I'll come back tomorrow! Now stay!

Now stay!

No lessons, no expectations. A day where anything can happen. A day I can change my fate.

Nothing can change it. Nothing can change us, Ollie. That's what I think love is.

Now, that's all done. You've had your go at each other. Show a little decorum. And no more fighting.

No grundle.

"You're not cool!"

There's nothing you can say. There's only silence.

Now that's aggravating.

No way you live. No way.

Now, we've all suffered loss at the hands of The Punisher. And because we don't look like everybody else, and because we don't act like everybody else, nobody does a goddamn thing about it.

Merida: No! The wisps led me here! Witch: I don't care! Get out! Shoo! Get! Be gone with you! Merida: I'll buy it all. Witch: What? What was that? Merida: Every carving.

Never took the time to think about where I was headed. I'm far down that road.

Not looking too good for you, fatso.

No, no, no, you don't understand. You can't make a deal with him. Even if you gave him the money, he'd still kill you for inconveniencing him. He's a peculiar man.

No more talk. No more traditions. We settle this now!

Joe P. Cox: No car is safe! Leon C. Nash: Do it, Emil! Joe P. Cox: Yeah! Emil M. Antonowsky: Check this out! Heads up, you guys!

Emmett: We're just hitching a ride with these guys. They won't make us jump. Austin: Jump? No chance. We won't have to jump.

Marcus: Now let me down. John: If I let you down... you'll kill everyone in this room. Marcus: Just you, Connor. 'Cause I ain't give a shit about you.

Not in the sense that you mean.

"Neighbors were alerted when a man ran from the premises wearing only a dog collar." You can't make up such a thing as that. I dare you to even try.

John: Was there a teenage boy? Blair: I honestly don't know. They were taking him to a Transport. He was the only one left. John: Not he, Blair. It. "It was the only one left." Don't be naive.

Marcus: Now what? Blair: M-My plan stopped at the jeep.

Terrain seems a bit unstable. No readout yet if the air is breathable. And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.

Buzz Lightyear: No readout yet if the air is breathable. And there seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere. Woody: Hello! Buzz Lightyear: Whoa, Oh my god! Woody: Ahhhhh! Woah, h-hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

None of this would've happened if Mr. McAllister hadn't meddled the way he did.

No! Didn't bother me at all!

Now that's what I call a wee naked babby!

Now, with Dave out of the picture, I began to see what an incredibly sensitive and giving person she was.

Now, I think the lesson here is that, old or young, we all make mistakes. And we have to learn that our actions, all of them, can carry serious consequences.

Nice guy, isn't he? What's he paying you an hour? How would you like to increase your pay and better hours?

No! And Andy's leaving for Cowboy Camp any minute, and I can't find it anywhere!

Woody: You see, no hat. Just the word "Andy." Bo Peep: And the boy who wrote that would take you to camp with or without your hat.

Woody: Let's get in the back. No one will see us there. Buzz Lightyear: Negative. There are no restraining harnesses in the cargo area. We'll be much safer in the cockpit. Woody: Yeah, bu...

Buzz Lightyear: You're almost home. Alien: Nirvana is coming. The mystic portal awaits. Woody: Will you be quiet?

Sid: Patient is... prepped. No one's ever attempted a double bypass brain transplant before. Now for the tricky part. Pliers! Buzz Lightyear: I don't believe that man's ever been to medical school.

Buzz Lightyear on TV: To infinity and beyond! TV Announcer: Not a flying toy. Get your Buzz Lightyear action figure and save a galaxy near you! Voices on TV: Buzz Lightyear!

No! No! Come back! Slinky!

No resistin' when White Goodman puts on his shiny shoes.

Hophead: Now move! Open the safe, pops. Open the goddamn safe! Grocery Pop: We don't have a safe. Hophead: Shit.

Woody: No, Andy! No. No, Andy! No! Andy. Andy. Andy: Bye, Woody. Woody: No! No! Andy!

College Guy #1: No, man, you don't own the beach. Well, you own the sand on the beach, man. College Guy #3: Here. Here, man.

Walt: Well, now that you've done your good deed, why don't you just take off down the road? Father Janovich: I'd really like to talk, Mr. Kowalski. Walt: Not in this lifetime, sonny.

Nailed them both.

Not bad for a city guy.

Tango: Well, you know they don't put cops in general population. Cash: Never put cops in general population, huh?

No! Never give up! Never surrender!

Oh, now there's a souvenir for a lucky fan.

Listen, uh... I don't know what to say, 'cause I ain't never talked to no door before, you know?

Cash: This time, you're gonna have to trust me. Tango: Now that is a risky proposition.

Nicholas Claus. My Saint Nicholas.

Mother: Nicholas, where are you going? Young Nick: There's a poor orphan named Henry who lives down the road. I'm bringing all my gifts to him. He needs them more than I.

Don't pay your bills again! Next time I'll come and take your wife from you!

Jessie: No. Can't go. I can't do storage again. I just can't! Stinky Pete: Jessie. Jessie. Jessie: I won't go back in the dark!

No! His arm! Where's his arm? No. No, no, no, no! What am I gonna do? I know. I know.

Now let's move out!

Nice going there, Hamm. So how about letting a toy with fingers drive?

Gwen DiMarco: No. The Commander and I never had a thing. Jason Nesmith: Well, that's her story.

Tommy Webber: No pressure, huh? I'm glad I ain't the Commander. Jason Nesmith: Laredo, take us out. Tommy Webber: Excuse me?

Foster: Now you stop laughin' right meow. Larry: Yes, sir.

No, there's not even a hint of gray left. It's gone totally white.

Kyle: What are these? John: Fuel cells. Life source for the T-800. Nuclear. Enough to level this place.

Thorny: Glamour pet. Rabbit: Okay. Let's cruise. Thorny: No dice. Get your tape.

Tango: You OK, cash? Cash: Yeah. Clean exit. Tango: You're lucky. Cash: Nah, I've been shot plenty of times. I never felt lucky about it.

Tango: Nice doing time with ya. Cash: Yeah, I'll never forget that time in the shower.

Cash: Well, nice to see your underwear problem is solved. Tango: I noticed. And Cash? You can stop holding your stomach.

Now, where's my trusty steed Bullseye? I have to ride off into the sunset... Ride like the wind, Bullseye! Watch it. Wait. Wait. I'm ticklish, okay?

Nah, Buzz. I can't go. I can't abandon these guys. They need me to get into this museum. Without me, they'll go back into storage. Maybe forever!

No, Buzz. I AM your father.

Betray us like a bunch of Judases? Well, they're not going to crucify me. No, sir. No. I got the hammer and nails.

No, wait a minute. No! No, no, no, no, no, not that nut! No! No way!

No one talks in my meetings. No one!

Nice flash, though.

Buzz: Nice ropin', cowboy. Jessie: That was definitely Woody's finest hour!