Princess Vespa: What is this place? Barf: It looks like the Temple of Doom. Dot Matrix: It sure ain't Temple Beth Israel.
Who dares enter the sacred and awesome presence of the everlasting know-it-all, Yogurt?
Alright? We were, we were kidnapped, put on a freight train, and shipped out here.
Allen: Was that accidental, or were you trying to quote TLC on purpose? Captain: I don't even understand the reference. Allen: You don't understand what you said? Captain: I don't know what that is.
Allen: "Who in the world would slow roast a dog's asshole and serve it to their husband?" You would. Sheila: You are being awful. What's wrong?
The attending physician told me, "We got a drugged-out pimp in the back." And I went back there, and I pulled open that curtain, and I saw you.
Terry: What are you doing here? Allen: Sheila and I got into it tonight. She threw me out.
Here's what we're talking about. We're talking about a bunch of hobos with fingers in each other's pooper in a stranger's car with talk radio playing really loud. It's gonna be a nice evening.
Let me rephrase it. We got a jar of old mustard, and we got a poodle, and we're just gonna get in there and we're gonna put some D's in some A's.
How you fellas doing? We're about to have us a little screw party in this red Prius over here if you wanna join us.
Well, we're not participating in that. We have no interest.
Terry: And when I come back and bust your ass, we're locking David Ershon in the Federal Reserve! Allen: He still doesn't understand the concept.
We just handed all of our evidence over to the bad guy's lawyer!
Terry: Listen, we all know you're a scumbag, and nobody cares about you. Rotten piece of shit. Allen: That's worse than what I was saying.
What happens when the liquor and the money run out, Eddie?
What about Ershon targeting the lottery?
What do I do now? Lie down on the floor and bow from the ankles?
Women pay me to give them pleasure.
Whether it's directing traffic or cracking a multibillion dollar fraud.
Who do you think you are? General motors?
We are gonna have sex in your car! It will happen again!
Eddie: When did you adopt me? Gordon: I don't know when it was.
Dark Helmet: Found anything yet? Crew Member: Nothing yet, sir. Dark Helmet: How about you? Crew Member: Not a thing, sir. Dark Helmet: What about you guys? Crew Member: We ain't found shit!
Why are you calling yourself Gator?
Thank you guys thank you all so much, thank you members of the Academy for honoring Argo with this award, I really, really, appreciate it.
Claire: What happened to the carpet? Deuce: Oh, it's one of those 18th century wet rugs.
What'd you want me to do? Just sit here and wait? Faithful little Sarah. Pull all the shades down a sit.
For God's sake. What are you trying to do to me? I love you.
Well, what's your idea of love? Chains?
Claire: Why do you have a picture of Antoine? Deuce: Well, this is his place. I'm watching his fish for him. Claire: Please, don't tell him about the shoes, huh?
What makes the world go round? For money and for glory.
Deuce: Well, thanks, but I already have a job. I clean fish tanks. T.J.: You gon' make $150 cleanin' fish tanks? Deuce: $150? T.J.: Yeah. Fish ain't gon' pay for all this.
We got a lot of work to do.
What if I don't pay you, Bert?
Eddie: We really stuck the knife in her didn't we Bert?. Gordon: Aaah. Eddie: We really gave it to her good.
Which is to say that luck plays a part in 9 ball.
Daryl: We ain't scared of that prick. Merle: Y'all should be.
We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers.
We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time.
Carl: Hey, Dad? Rick: Yeah? Carl: If I say something, will you promise not to be mad?
Well, it was like when I met your mom, god rest her soul. I didn't have so much as a toilet to clean. Still, I wasn't going to pay her a dime for sex, no matter what she was charging.
20. We have several people with chronic conditions, hearing impairments, arthritis. Adding those gives us 26.
What's this I hear about the prison?
Well, they're hostile.
We won't get caught sleeping again.
Who's talking about fighting?
Without a Prime, it's impossible. No one else could stop the Fallen.
Well, son, looks like I've got some work to do.
Lewis: We're going to have to fight fire with fire. Booger: I agree. Let's torch their hotel.
We can't access the field without burning through our bullets.
Been here before. We'll be all right.
What do you mean you won't? You have to go after him!
Well, gentlemen? Any ideas?
What if we solve both problems at once?
Woodbury had a damn fine library. One of the only things I miss about it.
When the Governor returns, he's gonna kill me first.
Well, thank you, dear, but we'll find another way you can help us.
We sealed it thoroughly. Nobody's getting in or out.
Woodbury is an armed camp with child soldiers.
Andrea: We have a town. It's walled. Milton: There's about 70 of us.
Well, who knows what the future might bring?
Winning... that can be heavy on your back, too, like a monkey.
Fran: We never expected that you would truly love him. Sally: Well, I did. And I want him back.
We were gonna open up a botanical shop, where, um, Mike would get all the ingredients and I would make the stuff.
Kate: Wonder if he knew how close he came to the end. Deuce: Oh, he knew. I bet he never thought he'd be held by such a lovely woman. Kate: Deuce. You're embarrassing me in front of our new friend.
Deuce: We just had sushi. Detective Fowler: "Sushi"? Is that what they call it nowadays? I'm hip to your man-whore slang.
What do you got, like, six toes or something? I can live with that.
Jim Phelps: We're being ambushed Ethan. Abort! That's an order. Ethan Hunt: Negative. Golitsyn is on the move. Jim Phelps: No, dammit, no. I said abort!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey. Instead of thinking about what set you're from, or what crew you're rolling with, why don't you both be brothers?
PJ: What about the money? Sean James: Ooh! Tom: We have five upfront, and 25 when you return him to us... white.
Well, it beats getting dunked on by Bill Gluckman.
Shondra: Well, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. I got better things to do with my time. Sean James: Like what, Shondra? Work at Wiener On A Bun? Come on!
PJ: A grand. Sean James: We're paying a grand. Shondra: Make it tres, and we on. Sean James: $3,000? Shondra: Or you can kiss my ass.
B-Rad: What do you do about it? Gladys: Nothing to do but keep it real and be proud of who you are.
B-Rad: Gladys? Gladys: Mm-hmm? B-Rad: When they gonna leave our people alone? Gladys: I don't know, baby.
Sean James: Wow, what the hell is that? What's going on with your hair? PJ: Yeah, yeah, check it out, man, my hair. Shondra just did it for me. Yeah. Sean James: Yeah, I see. I see that.
Sean James: What is so funny? PJ: The wig! I didn't know it was Halloween!
B-Rad: Where you reside? Shondra: Compton. You? B-Rad: The streets. Shondra: Which streets? B-Rad: Malibu.
Deuce: While you're worried about your penis, Detective Fowler: Thin penis. Deuce: Women are worried about their height, their weight, their giant feet, the stream of obscenities that could burst through their mouth at any second.
Andrea: Well, can I go in? Rick: I won't allow that. Andrea: I'm not an enemy, Rick.
We had that field and courtyard until your boyfriend tore down the fence with a truck and shot us up.
Andrea: What have you told them? Michonne: Nothing.
Andrea: We have to work this out. Rick: There's nothing to work out.
We're gonna kill him. I don't know how or when, but we will.
We can settle this. There is room at Woodbury for all of you.
Sonny: What? Miriam: That's all there is. Sonny: What are you talking about? Miriam: They picked it up this afternoon. There's only $1,100.
Hershel: What makes you think this man wants to negotiate? Did he say that? Andrea: No.
We're taken too much shit for too long. He wants a war? He's got one.
Moretti: What are you doing in there? Sonny: Who's this? Mooretti: This is detective sergeant Eugene Moretti, that's all. We got you completely by the balls.
Dude: Where was she, man? Brandt: Visiting friends of hers in Palm Springs. She just picked up and left, never bothered to tell us. Dude: Well, I guess the fucking nihilists knew where she was.
Brandt: Who is this gentleman, Dude? Walter: Who am I? I'm a fucking veteran. Dude: Come on! Walter: That's who I am.
Whatever we got to do to earn our keep.
Milton: Were you inside the prison? Can you describe the layout? Tyreese: It's pretty confusing, but I could try.
Sonny: WNEW plays all the hits. Moretti: Listen, now, don't hang up. First off, is anybody hurt in there? Sonny: No, nobody's hurt.
Where's the fucking money, Lebowski?
Sal: Were you serious about what you said? Sonny: About what? Sal: About throwing. About throwing those bodies out the door.
Mr. Lebowski: Who the hell is he? Walter: Who am I? Who am I? Dude: Walter. Walter: I'm the guy that's gonna kick your phony, gold-bricking ass, that's who I am. Dude: Man.
We know the briefcase was fucking empty. We know you kept the million bucks for yourself.
Well, the moon was gold and her hair like wind.
When there's nothing left to keep you here. When you're falling behind in this big blue world. You got to hold on. Hold on.
We never had sex. We talked about it. Well, I talked about it. But Deuce never took advantage of me. He should have.
Whereas what we have here, a bunch of fig eaters wearing towels on their head, trying to find reverse on a Soviet tank.
What's this day-of-rest shit? What's this bullshit? I don't fucking care! It don't matter to Jesus.
Well, they finally did it. They killed my fucking car.
We want the money, Lebowski.
Well, I don't know how much you charge by the hour, but you have one minute.
Antoine: What the hell is this? Deuce: A chocolate margarita. Antoine: You've been having a party? Deuce: It was, uh, more like, uh, a welcome-home thing, really. Antoine: I could really use one right now.
T.J. What's goin' on out here? Bergita: I can see! You're black. I knew it.
Jimmy: We're going the wrong way. Tourist Dad: Jimmy, put that away. We'll look like tourists.
Kate: What are you doing here? Deuce: It's the only way I could get you to see me. Kate: Deuce, it's over between us.
What do you mean, money?
Want to up the bet?
Carmen: What's your problem? Vincent: No problem. Did I say I had a problem? There's no problem.
Well, there might be something soft for you to lean against so I don't crush your skirt.
Why don't you look in the mirror before you leave the john?
When's the last time you did the road, 1960?
What? Come on? You bangin' his girlfriend? Right? You can tell me.
When I was younger, it was booze. Somehow it was more human.
Would you rub some of this lotion on my back?
Hey Sunny, what do you say we kill off some of those excess glial cells?
What's with you?
Eddie: What was in it? Janelle: Sweet sausage. Eddie: Sweet sausage. Hey, I never made you sweet sausage. Who the hell made you sweet sausage.
What do you mean, rich can be arranged?
woodworking supplies, shed design, birdhouse plans, carpenter tools, bird house plans
Wild place you got here.
Who the hell are you... the end of the world?
We got a racehorse here, a thoroughbred. You make him feel good, I teach him how to run.
Where's the Balabushka?
Moselle: What you got in there? Vincent: In here? Doom.
Walk into a shoe store with 150 bucks, you come out with one shoe.
We were working on 5,000.
What was that voodoo stuff?
Well, do you want to hang up?
What are you doing, meditating?
What did you mean last night about money and all that stuff?
You were right, you know. We really didn't need you any more.
Wipe your nose, will you, Julian?
Ethan: Well, I don't communicate very well through a shroud. Matthias: Well, if Max doesn't like what you have to say, you'll be wearing that shroud indefinitely.
We work for Mr. Tunstall as regulators. We regulate any stealing of his property. We're damn good, too.
Welcome to the Let the Truth Be Known
Vanessa: What shall we do now? Austin: Well, I've got an idea. Why don't we shag?
Sure, baby. We're only up to chapter 11 in the kama sutra. Don't you want to try the wheelbarrow or the praying donkey or the Chinese shag swing?
Won't Back Down by Tom Petty
Dragline: Where'd the road go? Luke Jackson: That's it. That's the end of it. Koko: Man, there's still daylight. Dragline: About two hours left.
Loudmouth Steve: What do we do now? Luke Jackson: Nothing.
Arletta: Why, we always thought you were strong enough to carry it. Was we wrong? Luke Jackson: I don't know.
Well, things are just never the way they seem, Arletta, you know that. A man's gotta go his own way.
Jehan: Where is he? Insane Prisoner: I already told you, gentle lord.
We've been ferrying people out of guam the last 2 days. Physicists, biologists, mathematicians. You name it.
Dr. Goodman: The survivors. If I don't get to them in the first 24 hours-- O.S.S.A. Official: What survivors?
Dr. Goodman: Ted. Dr. Ted Fielding: Norman. Dr. Goodman: What are you doing here?
Ted: Would you take your hands off me please? Do you have any idea who I am? Norman: Well he will if you tell him the name of the book you wrote.
Ted: Well, it was written for the layman. Norman: He's not impressed.
Who are you? Navy? Military? What are you?
Norman: What report? Barnes: U.L.F. Norman: I wrote that for the Bush administration. Barnes: And that's our bible here. Every jot and tittle.
Beth: Well that's impossible. Barnes: Well it's not impossible if this spacecraft came to earth from an alien civilization.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What? Wait a minute. You think this is an alien spacecraft?
We think there's an unknown life form on this spacecraft, and that's why you're here.
We have a mathematician because that'll probably be our common language.
Harry: Well, I gotta say I resent this briefing very much. Ted: Oh, Jesus.
Why, are the glasses a problem? Because, uh, I don't actually need them. Clinically speaking, they're just for reading. More of a crutch, really. I see fine without them.
Medical Examiner: I see you have a scar on your neck. Beth: Car accident. Medical Examiner: Were you drinking? Beth: Yeah… but I wasn't driving.
We are here looking for the All Spark. And we must find it before Megatron.
We're in the middle of the ocean, under the ocean, and there's a river?
Ted: Would you cut that out, please, Harry? Norman: You're having a stress reaction. That's Harry's stress reaction, OK?
Were you nice last time?
We're on a hair-trigger here, people. The President has dispatched battle groups to the Arabian Gulf and Yellow Sea. This is as real as it's ever gonna get.
What you're about to see is totally classified.
Well, you'll never forgive yourself, unless you get up and you get dressed and you brush your goddamn teeth because your breath stinks.
Sally: We do not cast, and we do not toy with people's lives. Do you understand? This is not a game. Kylie: No, you don't cast. And you probably couldn't even if you tried.
Sally: What's going on in here? Jet: Nothing. Just making toast is all.
We're dealing with a very effective weapons system that we have not come across before.
What is it, my cologne?
Wolf. Wolf. Please, no wolf.
Where the hell am I?
So what do you say? Why don't we get the hell out of here?
We are not above compassion for those in misery.
Phillip: What's her name? Navarre: His name is Goliath.
Well, we always assume these creatures will be green or insect like, but basically human...
Descent sub ready for your return to surface. Thanks for all your help. We'll let you know what we find.
What if you have to go to the bathroom?
Zaysen: Where in my sector are the missiles being delivered? Trautman: I don't know. Zaysen: You're a liar.
What I want, I take.
Well, whatever it is I'm not going to do it.
Who do you think's out there? You'd better draw your sword, Pierre.
We'll all go back to the barn now. All right? All right, all right.
Norman: What is it, Harry? Harry: Take a look. It's chipped!
Ted: We come in peace. Harry: Heh. Ted: I always wanted to say that.
Beth: Somebody's been here. Harry: What? Beth: Well, there's footsteps, and they ain't ours.
Harry: Whoa. What do you say, Norman? Time to turn back? Norman: I'm a little curious.
If whoever built this thing wanted us dead, we'd be dead already.
Well, I'm just doing my job.
Well, you know, I think there's more involved here than keeping a low profile.
What are you? A fucking fan?