Parties. Meeting new people. This is really gonna be great.

People throw darts at him.

Prepare for the dawn of a new age!

Pick on somebody your own size.

Honk

Honk

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"bullllshit"

"bullllshit"

Philip, I'm going to rip off all my clothes and do a naked belly dance for the polo players.

David: People with money always go for the same things. Steven: And what are those? David: Anything. Everything. As long as it's recognizable.

Steven: Put the key back under the pipe, then leave the same way you came in. David: And what happens if the plan goes to hell? Steven: It won't.

People put you down enough, you start to believe it.

Police personnel will monitor your performance at crime locations. My advice is to treat this exactly as if it were real.

Proctor, you're an idiot! You were born an idiot, and you'll always be an idiot!

Put down a thousand for me.

Please see him, Jeffrey. He's a good man and thorough.

Peace out, bitches.

People are gonna start panicking.

Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes.

Pound it. Yeah, all good. Tom, you down, you gots... Okay, dude. I'll let you all do your campaign thing.

Psalm 121

Harry: Petey didn't even have a head! Lloyd: Harry, I took care of it.

Pretty bird. Yeah. Can you say, "pretty bird"? Pretty bird. Yes, pretty bird. Pretty bird.

Polly want a cracker?

Professor, you're shivering. I hope you're not coming down with something.

Cabin Pressure S3 E2

Pills are good! Pills are good!

Poor thing, she never gets a chance to get out.

Lloyd: Pretty revealing. Harry: Really? Lloyd: Yeah, but it's just a tiny lump. No one'll notice.

Please forgive me, because I like you. I don't think of you that way, but I'm mixed up.

Perhaps the time has come to reinstitute an old custom.

Prove it to us all.

Pretty nice having medical training. It'll only get you so far.

Papa says my real father lives in a magical place far away.

Perfume Lady: Passion fruit spray? Buddy: Fruit spray? Sure.

Mrs. Robinson: Promise me, benjamin. Ben: All right, I promise. For christ's sake, I promise I'll never take out Eaine Robinson.

Dragline: Plumb busted out. Looks like the hard road finally got to Mr. Lucas War Hero. Luke Jackson: I'll be back at it in the morning. Just need a little nap.

Paul McCartney lost his mother when he was little. And John Lennon lost his mother when he was little. And Annie says that sometimes God-- God picks just the special people.

"Premature baby claims he's cupid. Has arrow to prove it." You believe that?

Pretty sure she has a concussion. Couple of days if she's up.

It's the only way to fly!

All right! Paper Bitch and Yankee Clipper on the case!

Trautman: Promise me you'll look me up when you get stateside, huh? Rambo: I promise.

Fosse: Paper Bitch. Martin: Paper Bitch. Allen: I don't like that, actually. I know you guys think it's fun, but I don't like that name. Fosse: Still working on the Danson and Highsmith paperwork?

Please don't call her my mother. She's most definitely the perpetrator and not the victim.

Allen, punch that accelerator or I will shoot you in the foot!

Property owner with seven buildings under construction. He hasn't applied for a single scaffolding permit.

Please give your attention to my associate, Agent J. He's going to demonstrate an electro-biomechanical, neural-transmitting, zero-synapse repositioner. We call it the neuralyser.

People don't know. They don't know what it takes.

Terry: Are you really Allen's wife? Sheila: I know. People are shocked because he's Episcopalian and I'm Catholic, but somehow it works.

Actimix

Patty got drunk in her closet... every morning before junior high school.

Pin your diapers on, Lebowski. Jackie Treehorn wants to see you.

Put that coffee down.

Phil and I dry hump. Okay? And it is intense. And it's very erotic. And it's the only way that I can actually get off. Dry humping is no fucking joke.

Put me on the board, John. Put me on the Cadillac board!

Crew member: Princess Vespa's spaceship within range, sir. Dark Helmet: Good. Fire a warning shot across her nose.

Please just tell me that you trust me.

Not long after that, a mama raccoon came along and gave birth on the floor. Placenta blew out all over the back window there.

Please be careful. My guns are in that Fendi.

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Gracie: Praise Jesus! Sam: Moses. Gracie: Moses, I am walking again. Sign me up for this place. I love it here, and the men make me all fakakta.

Put that coffee down. Coffee's for closers only.

Bill: Psst! Hey! Wise dudes. Ted: Can we ask you a question? Wise Dudes: Okay.

Patient escapes once, murders three teenagers. You shoot him with a gun, he escapes again.

Puny. I like them big.

Patience, little brother.

Plenty of guys have broken up with me. You just beat 'em up and move on.

Put his hands all over me.

Piper Tech was hit by cops.

Punctuality is the soul of good business.

Pass me a fin, I'll pay you back?

Please say hello to Death himself... the Grim Reaper!

Peach Trees has been sealed by blast doors designed to withstand attack. No one's getting out. No one's coming in.

Psychic. So fucked up.

Poindexter, that's my pocket protector.

People go in one end. And meat comes out the other.

No, no, no, don't shoot! Please don't shoot me! I'm not armed. I'm not armed.

Put your gun down.

Perps were uncooperative.

Eddie: What do you say Charlie? Play a little pool? Wait out the heat? Charlie: It's going to cost you money. It always does. Eddie: Oh come on.

Playing one side against the other, in bed with everybody. Fabulous stuff, man.

Perhaps you might find one better suited.

Ya betta realize

Poor old mr. Wilson must be so sick. No wonder he ain't up.

Pay the man again, Fats.

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Colonel Sandurz: Prepare ship for light speed! Dark Helmet: No, no, no. Light speed is too slow! Colonel Sandurz: Light speed too slow? Dark Helmet: Yes, we're going to have to go to... Ludicrous speed. Colonel Sandurz: Ludicrous speed? Sir, we've never gone that fast before. I don't know if the ship can take it.

Prepare ship for ludicrous speed. Fasten all seat belts. Seal all entrances and exits. Close all shops in the mall. Cancel the three-ring circus. Secure all animals in the Zoo.

Pardon, Master Bruce, but we may want to postpone the shoptalk, if it were. I believe you have a visitor.

Please, slow down. I'm getting sand up my gears.

Poor thing. I wish he'd get that hernia fixed.

ACTIMIX

Poor little lamb. He must be exhausted. I better cover him up so he doesn't catch his death of cold.

Please! Please! You're too hungry.

With Jay Leo Joynes

You know what, Terry? Let's just settle this. Peacocks don't fly.

Sheila and Allen: Pimps don't cry. Pimps don't cry no, they don't. They don't shed a tear. Pimps don't cry. They never shed a tear.

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That's the way you always told me to play it. Safe. Play the percentage. Well, here we go, fast and loose.

1 ball, corner pocket. Percentage players die broke, too, don't they, Bert?

Eddie: Peddle? I don't do that. Do I do that? This is family. Janelle: I'm glad to see you, too.

Power Up!

Please, help me get out of here. I can't take a car. They won't open the gates.

Please do this for me. Please? Please? Please? Please?

Pool excellence is not about excellent pool.

Eddie: Plus it's too much money. Carmen: God, you're crazy. Eddie: No, I'm not. Just common sense.

Vincent: There's gotta be tons of rape artists here why. Carmen: Maybe you should go back to the motel. Vincent: Me? Carmen: Pretty boy like you.

Vincent: Eddie, what are you gonna do when I kick your ass? Eddie: Pick myself up and let you kick me again.

Probably happen to him sooner or later anyway, complainer like him. He's gotta learn the rules, same as anybody else.

Dr. Goodman: Survivors of the plane crash. O.S.S.A. Official: Plane crash?

Norman: Yeah, I talked to the helicopter pilot. Barnes: What'd you tell him? Norman: What'd I tell him? I told him I was here to see the plane crash. That's my job. Barnes: Plane crash. Good.

Physical evidence of extraterrestrial life. You don't want to see that?

Pull the plug, Ned. There's a kid in the car.

Perfection: It's a powerful message.

We got 2 ingredients here: Beth and this underwater environment. Put them together, you got one big ass bomb.

Austin: Machine gun jubblies? How did I miss those, baby? Vanessa: Perhaps next time you should try foreplay.

Jerry: Wow. Pretty serious stuff. Where is he now? Scott: Um, he's, like, cryogenically frozen, orbiting the Earth or something.

Why not use your knowledge of the future to play the stock market?

Permit me to introduce the brilliant young plastic surgeon, Dr. Phillip Schlotkin, the greatest nose job man in the entire universe and Beverly Hills.

President Skroob: Prepare Spaceball I for immediate departure. Colonel Sandurz: Yes, sir. President Skroob: And change the combination on my luggage!

People of Gotham City, I'm a man of few words, but those words will count, and so will my actions.

Professor Marvel: Let's see, you're uh, you're traveling in disguise? No, that's not right. You're...you're going on a visit? No I'm wrong...you're running away! Dorothy: How'd you guess? Professor Marvel: Ha ha, Professor Marvel never guesses, he knows!

Phew. Boy, you are just hitting on all six cylinders, aren't you?