Oh, my God! Why did you do that?

You know, once when I was reporting, Lyndon Johnson's top guy gave me the word. They were looking for a successor for J. Edgar Hoover.

Thank you, Chief. All I'm saying is that until we understand that our enemies are also human beings we will never be able to defeat them.

Our agents have been busting ass, but we're gonna go back now and see if we've missed anything.

Mary: Our mothers were sisters. Twins. Colin: Twins? Nobody told me she had a twin.

Oh, my God. Your eyes! They're so much like, I'd no idea.

Ok. We go with it.

Out of desperation, he reached into the cash register and took five dollars.

Osmosis Jones to dispatch. We got multiple germs-- I repeat--multiple germs coming down the windpipe.

Okay, stop it.

Oh, hey, what's going on, player?

Oh, pest control, player. Don't tell me you didn't get the notice.

Oh, snap! Ah!

He tells me about this rumor out of Taiwan about these black stones. Only they're not jewels.

Oh, shit!

Archie: Oh, my God. Let me tell you something, you look a lot like her. Except that her hair is different. Tommy: Yeah. Yeah, I shave my beard, she keeps hers growing.

Oh, Kyle. Kyle. We did it, Kyle. We got it.

Dorothy: Oh. Jack Pumpkinhead: Anyway, Mombi was about to destroy me with her stick. But she decided to test some powder of life she'd just bought from a magician.

Oh, great magic, please come to me. Send me my father here, set his spirit free!

Officer down!

Sewage Worker #1: Oh, man, would you look at all that gunk? Sewage Worker #2: Ha ha ha.

Chief: Once again, you had to do it your own way! Ozzy: Man, I was right there! I coulda done it-- Chief: Right!

Dylan: Oh, hey, kid, you all right? Connor: Yeah, I'm sorry. How much for the game? Dylan: I don't know, what's it worth to you?

Drix: Ok, I get it. You were poor. Ozzy: You bet. You ever try to make a snowman out of toilet paper cling-ons? Now, that's poor!

Drix: OK, please. You're going to make me vomit. Ozzy: Vomit? We couldn't afford no vomit. That's for rich folks.

Osmosis Jones. Like I don't have enough problems? You can start redirecting traffic over there.

Drix: Oh, gosh. Well, don't worry. He'll be back to normal in a few days. Ozzy: A few days is too late. He might have some important information about what went down here.

Officer, nothing went down here. This is just a common sore throat.

Oh, baby, this ain't about no hustle. This is about the baddest illness any of y'all have ever seen.

Oh, sounds like a gas, baby. Bring it on.

Excuse me. I need to test the mucus viscosity.

Oh! What in the name of sweet bleedin' Frank...

Ozzy: Yeah, the kind of accident only a time-release dipstick like yourself would have. Drix: Oh! I am so sick of you!

Oh, yeah? Then how come I saw that viral-lookin' mother fleein' the scene of the crime? Tell me!

Outside, it was shane's school's science fair, and everyone was real excited, 'cause the winner was gonna get their picture on the front page of the local paper.

Oh, yeah. That's Zack's project. He's a little slow.

Overnight, Frank became the town laughingstock. The photo got picked up and ran in every daily across the country.

Drix: Oysters are a breeding ground for any number of dangerous bacteria. Ozzy: They are! That's what I been trying to tell everybody! Darn right, they are!

OK, Frank, this is your, um... Conscience speaking. Now listen carefully.

Ooh! Let me try. Hyuh...Ohh... What do you think?

Oh, ho-ho-ho. "humiliated." I'll tell you about humiliation. You turned me into a walking air sickness bag.

OK, Jones. You want us to start thinking? Well, here's a thought. You're fired!

Oh, I don't know, Ozzy. Look at me. I'm cherry flavored.

Oh, of course it's fluid. What about all that wet stuff in it?

Oh, come on, no, finish that up. Come on, we want to get better.

Oh, that's a man. Hey, it's a man. He's... he's waving. He's waving to us.

Once I discovered that he and I, that the two of us could become one, this business turned out to be perfectly glorious!

13: Old-school stuff. Max: Well, I'm glad to see you're okay.

"Ooh, you see that there? Ooh, that's a urine stain, ladies. Oh, my, it's not urine."

Lou: Oh, yeah? Hobbes: Yeah, if I lost control. But if I did, I would be no different than the people we bust.

Often, you don't remember till later on, but then you look back, and you realize, you knew.

Gretta: Oh, yes. You left a message. Hobbes: Yes. I wanted to talk to you about your father.

OK. Well, I can tell you what my mother told me before she died.

One condition. You and I never spoke. You say nothing to your boss or your partner.

Or is it nothing? Nothing at all?

Louders: Only a few nomadic tribes still use it. Hobbes: So you don't know what he's saying. Louders: Haven't the faintest.

Lou: Oh, yeah? Hobbes: Yeah. Lou: It's great to get out of town. Hobbes: Lovely. Fresh air-- you know. Lou: Yeah.

Hobbes: So what do we do? How do we fight him? Is it even possible? Gretta: I believe it is, and I'm not alone.

Hobbes: OK, OK. Now, these people, they know-- Gretta: We- we believe that God limited demons and made them mortal, and he put a few of us here to find them.

Visually impacting, orange machine

Visually impacting, orange machine

Visually impacting, orange machine

Orange juice machines

Hobbes: One thing? What's that? Jonesy: It's different. It's, uh, different for everybody. Hers is lasagna.

Oh, yeah, listen to this. I was looking through one of your father's books.

And it says, uh... "outside"--I guess that means outside the body-- "outside, they can survive for one breath only."

Our friend lou is coming to get you. He's going to bring you down for more conversation.

Or what? You shoot me? Where's the fun in that, huh?

Oh, you got me, Hobbes. You got me good.

Jonesy: Oh, he's catching on. What, you think you're gonna win this thing? Hobbes: God willing.

Our only lead is the maker of the bomb KAOS used against us.

He is a Bosnian national, and one of KAOS' favorite munitions suppliers.

Oh, heck, man. Don't get married. Just find some woman that you're going to hate in five years and give her your house.

Oh, a pocketknife.

Out here there are no grades, there's only dead, and not dead.

Dylan: Okay. Now put your back up against this wall. Richard: Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Dylan: Come on. Richard: Yeah.

Okay. Send the kid. Come on.

One thing we have a lot of around here is water.

Larry: Oh, hey, it's the other guy. Dylan: Hey.

Or the citizens of London will suffer another punishment on your behalf that will make today's bombing pale in comparison.

Our research leads me to believe that due to his own internal political situation, it was Nagi Hassan himself who orchestrated Jaffa's abduction.

Or destroy it before it gets here along with 406 passengers.

Carl: OK, we know there were 5 men who controlled the slush fund at C.R.E.E.P. Bob: Mitchell, Stans, and Magruder.

All right now, once we find the bad guys, we gonna look for the DZ-5.

O.K., Baker, get me the Pentagon on sat-com.

Now, once this plane took off, there was going to be no turning back. Hassan would make sure of that.

Baker: O.K., Baker, station one. First class on-line. Grant: I got you. Go ahead.

Rat: O.K., once more. Grant: Push hard, up the ladder, left in the companionway.

Our destiny is to deliver the vengeance of Allah into the belly of the infidel.

Our mission was to free Abu Jaffa. He's our leader, not you.

One week, counselor. Then you will either come in here and tell me that you are ready to come to trial, or you will come in here with a request for a competency hearing.

O.K., Cahill, you're the man. Go with your instincts.

One of the passengers has direct control of it. We need your help to find him.

OK. I'll send down a team of horses to check out the ground.

Taggart: Oh, shit! Quicksand. God dang, now we are in trouble. Bart: They in trouble.

Oh, that uppity nigger went and hit me on the head with a shovel.

Our town is turning into shit.

Oh, man. It's getting loose. I'm losing control of the airplane.

Our fathers came across the prairie, fought Indians, fought drought, fought locusts, fought dix!

Bob: Come on. Nora. Nora: Only my mommy can dress me. Bob: Come on, Nora. Nora: Only my mommy can dress me!

And we Hawaiians say that it's ono, which means tasty. But you might just say, "Ono, I'm not eating that."

One day I'm gonna be a veteran in paradise. One day I'll be the man who can't sleep and talks to strangers.

Megan: I'm surprised you're back at work. Jonsey: Oh, the missus couldn't wait to get me out of the house.

Of course you'd lie about that.

Peggy: Oh. Is everything okay? Burt: I'm calling you at midnight. We're screwed, Peggy.

Oh, God, Doc, what is it all about? Help me.

Only thing that stops him is hitting him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.

Okay, okay. Okay. You're gonna be okay.

Okay, time-out. Stop the bike. Time-out. Come on, stop the bike.

Okay, if you take the job, I promise to save your Community Center, on top of which, you can direct all our pro bono efforts. That's millions of dollars at your charitable disposal.

Maggie: Oh, my God. What is this place? Dylan: This is a ballast tank.

Richard: Oh, don't tell us we're trapped. Dylan: No, no. It'll open. Maggie: How? Robert: By flooding this entire tank.

Oh. She swallowed her Altoid. That can happen. A sudden hair flick, very dangerous.

One more reason why boxers were a bad idea.

Of course. Why don't you roll on over here?

Oh, my God, I've got the giggles.

One could not talk to her without hearing about his achievements, his wit, his kindness.

Oh. He was just saying what everybody else was thinking.

Jennifer: What is that? Maggie: Oh, my God, not again. Conor!

Oh, Daddy.

There must be some way of scaring them off, driving them out, of getting rid of every human being alive.

Ken: Oh, I thought maybe you were out here greeting customers for your catering business. Bob: What are you talking about? Ken: You know exactly.

George: Oh, you actually live around here? What a charming coincidence. Ruth: It won't be such a charming coincidence. once you block out the sun with this condo-hotel monstrosity.

Lucy: Of course, no matter how hard I try, I will never, never live up to her expectations. George: Well, there are worse things in life, like no one having any expectations.

Okay. You're hired.

Overnight, all the world's oil supplies go poof. All except for Russia's. It'll be priceless, right, comrade?

Oh, I'm sorry. What's wrong? Got the handcuffs too tight? I don't know how these things work. I'm just a dumb hillbilly.

June: Oh, wow, chess. I love chess. You know what I love even more than chess? George: Pokemon? June: Strip chess. George: Yes, that is a very good game.

Oh, oh, that's that's okay, because I was just about to go off and have some sex myself. I mean, you know, not by myself, but with somebody. With somebody else.

Oh, you don't know him. He's, uh, he's in my apartment. Yeah, in my bed. His name's Barry. Yeah. Barry in my bed.

Oh, lordy, lord, he's desperate! Do what he say! Do what he say!

Oh! Oh! Help me! Help me! Help me! Somebody help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Shut up!

Oh, baby, you are so talented, and they are so dumb.

Oh, blow it out your ass, Howard.

Jim: Oh, by the way, I got a note this morning. Bart: From who? Jim: Well, i'm not sure. It was addressed to the deputy spade.

Oh, I should just mention that I have resigned and am now poor.

One lives, nine die? You're airing a live snuff film.

On your ankle you all have a rig, packed with 20 ounces of plastic explosive.

Elderly Woman: Of course, you'll have the good taste not to mention that I spoke to you. Bart: Of course.

Lamarr: For you, my dear. Lili: Oh, how ordinary.

Breckel: Oh, that's genius, Goldy. I tell you, man. You're the best. Goldy: Uh, say that again.

Ooh. A wed wose. How womantic.

Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue! It's twue!

Oh, what a nice guy.

I bet you the old bitch runs the whole fuckin' show, man. She probably cut Manny's throat. She'd probably cut my balls off if she had the chance.

Our friends at the Royal Irish constabulary would like to shut me up.

Oh, yes, jail me again, shoot me. Who knows?

Oh, well do I remember the bleak December day. The landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away.

Oh, and you, sweetheart? I'd like to fuck you.

Order in here! Goddamn it! Order!

Oh, calm down, Maria! It's just a big tire!

Oh, my God, have you eaten the crew?

Oh Yes!

Oh Yes!

Oh, my God! You two? You and Max?

Oh, no, nothing like that, Mrs. O'Neil. He just likes lookin' after cars.

Oh, dogs. Sure, I like "dags."

Mom O'Neil: I'll not have you fightin', Mickey, 'cause you know what happens when you fight. Mickey: You need to sit down.

Jake: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Man, I'm gonna get piss-tested, and I'm gonna get fired. Alonzo: Lieutenant's got our back. We know a week before we piss. Jake: Oh, shit.

And one day the snail up and heads back to the front of the house.

Open your eyes, man, you'll feel a lot better. Boom! Come on, man, sit your ass up.

Kreston: Oh! Bitch got me again! Motherfucker!

Grant: Oh, by the way, who's heading up the Anti-Terrorist Unit? Gail: Oh, uh Colonel Austin Travis. Special Forces Command.

Obviously, um, this application was never intended for a civilian airliner.

In Paris, outraged rebels aroused themselves to attack the king's convoys.

Oh, no, Philippe, you're much more excited than he is. Far better than Pierre. Better looking, a better horseman, everything.

One thing about my mom, she always plans ahead.

Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up.

John Connor: Oh, shit! Terminator: Dyson. John Connor: Yeah. Gotta be. Miles Dyson. She's gonna blow him away.

Claude: One false step and you die. Back out of the room slowly. Helene: I've only just got here! What have I done wrong now?

Jacques: Open the gate, Marcel! Marcel: Open the gate, Jacques. Jacques: This is the safest place to keep them till they regain their senses. Bring them over here.

Oh, yes, indeed. Bring them in. Bring them in. Oh, indeed, yes. Oh, let's have them inside.

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam and the deer and the antelope play.

Pierre: Of course I know who we are! Dr. Boileau: Who? Pierre: The Corsican Brothers.

Collins: Oh, fuck sake! Eamon: Mind your language. Collins: The bleedin' key broke, Dev!

Harry: Oh, mother of God. We're famous. Collins: No. He is.

Our job is where I say it is, and as President of the Irish Republic, I want recognition from the President of the United States.

Collins: Oh, yeah? I wonder who that is now. Harry: She'll need lookin' after while i'm away.

Harry: Oh, did you hear? There's a butterfly been seen in West Clare. Its wings are green, white, and yellow. Collins: Oh, God!

Ow! Get off me! I'm telling you, I don't have a birthmark!

On a point of order, Mr. Chairman. Are we discussing the treaty or discussing myself?

Ok, kids, wake up. We're going inside.

OK, we're gonna knock on the door. Knock on the door, Biggs.

OK, Michael, regular or extra crispy?

One minute, i'm driving the truck to base, next thing I know, I was upside down in the cab.

Marie: Oh. Then you were very lucky. Mark: You have no idea.

Alonzo: Our new guy, Hoyt, he's in second, drops Roger with some fine shotgun work. Who shot Roger? Mark: New guy, came in spraying. Alonzo: Paul? Paul: Boot shot him. Alonzo: What did you guys see? Tim: Hoyt blasted him. Jeff: Yeah, fuck Hoyt, OK?

11-49-9-9-8. Shots fired. Officer down. Repeat, officer down. 5951 Baxter Street.

Oh, where, oh, where has my little Jake gone? Oh, where, oh, where can he be?

Oh, Lord, keep this man's eye keen, and may God grant.

Oh, my God. You've really never had anyone break up with you, have you?

Oh, my God, you are out of your mind.

Okay, I don't know what the hell's going on, all right? I really don't need to know how the whole thing works, because I don't care.

Okay. Oh, God. Okay. Oh, shit.

Oh, jeez, you all right?

Clawson: Objection overruled. James: Thank you.

Sam: OK, so who's Mark Roberts? Why'd he kill your guys? Lamb: We don't know. All we have are his fingerprints at the scene.

Sam: OK, people, let's move on this John Doe. I'm not having any fun here. You know how cranky I get when I don't have any fun. Biggs: Yeah, we know, we know.

Our boy got a new set of clothes.

Objection sustained. Mr Stamphill, you will confine your questions to areas of Mr. Glenn's expertise.