What did you say her name was, your wife's?
Want to hear one of my ideas for a perfect murder?
Mr. White: We can't leave these guys there with him. Nice Guy Eddie: Why not? Mr. White: 'Cause he's a fucking psycho.
Mr. White: What are you, a fucking silent partner? Tell him! Mr. Pink: He went crazy in the store, but he seems all right now.
What does it matter who stays with the cop? We ain't letting him go, not after he's seen everybody.
Was that as good for you as it was for me?
What the fuck are they waiting for? This fucking guy slashes my face, and he cuts my fucking ear off! I'm fucking deformed!
We're just going to sit here and bleed till Joe Cabot sticks his fucking head through that door.
Mr. Orange: What's the commode story? Holdaway: It's a scene, man. Memorize it.
Okay Mr. Expert, If this is such a truism, why is it that every nigger I know treats his woman like a piece of shit?
Mr. Pink: Who was the name of the chick who played Christie Love? Nice Guy Eddie: Pam Grier. Mr. Orange: No, it wasn't Pam Grier. Pam Grier was the other one. Pam Grier did the film. Christie Love was like a Pam Grier TV show without Pam Grier. Mr. Pink: So who was Christie Love? Mr. Orange: How the fuck sho...
With the exception of Eddie and myself, whom you already know, we're going to be using aliases on this job.
Mr. Pink: Why am I Mr. Pink? Joe: Because you're a faggot, all right?
Mr. Pink: Why can't we pick our own colors? Joe: No way. No way. Tried it once. It doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's going to be Mr. Black. But they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink.
Mr. White: Who cares what your name is? Mr. Pink: Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You're Mr. White. You have a cool sounding name.
What is a life or two, Guy?
Uh ... You two take the manager in the back and make him give you the diamonds. We're there for those stones, period.
Nice Guy Eddie: What the fuck happened? Mr. Orange: He slashed the cop's face, cut off his ear and was going to burn him alive.
What? I didn't hear you.
Why don't you tell me what really happened?
Come on, guys. Nobody wants this. We're supposed to be fucking professionals.
What the fuck are you touching me for, man?
Dorothy: Aunt Em... Aunt Em: What, precious? Dorothy: I wish I could put my head on my paws and go to sleep like Toto. Aunt Em: Soon you will.
Well, this is a most pleasant interruption.
What are you, a comedian? This is the Batman we're talking about here. A freak job! He'll crucify me!
When it malfunctions-- a blow to the head, for example, then the brain produces useless excess currents. These excess currents are our dreams and... delusions.
Dorothy: Will you bring Toto when you come to get me? Aunt Em: I will. Yes. Of course, I will.
Ozma: Why did they bring you here, Dorothy? Dorothy: Because I can't sleep... and I talk about a place that I've been to, but nobody believes it exists.
What? Meat loaf again? Oh, I had it for lunch.
Would you like to go for a ride, Dorothy?
Dorothy: Why do you have to tie me down? Nurse Wilson: So that you don't fall off. Dorothy: I came all the way from the farm in the buggy and didn't fall off.
What do I look like, pest control?
Dorothy: What are those? Doctor Worley: Oh, when you're ready, we'll just put them over your ears and pretty soon they'll draw all those unpleasant dreams out of your head.
Dorothy: Who's there? Ozma: Shh! Quick! We have to get you out of here.
Dorothy: What's that screaming? Ozma: There are patients who have been damaged, locked in the cellar.
What are you doing here? Have you been here all night too?
Well, I suppose the world's greatest detective will find out eventually. You remember Daddy was having a meeting that night with his partners.
Dorothy: When did you learn to talk anyway? I thought hens could only only cluck and cackle. Billina: Strange, ain't it? How's my grammar?
Oh, what's kickin', Basil?
What kind of fucking question is that?
Who's your friend?
You know, we are all going to be real glad when we get rid of you, Somerset. You know that?
Where your sense of right, wrong, fair and unfair will always be tragically skewed.
Somerset: What time was death established? Davis: Like I said, I didn't touch anything, but he's had his face in a plate of spaghetti for about 45 minutes now.
I wonder... What exactly was the point of the conversation you were about to get into?
Somerset: Look, um... Mills? I thought we might find a bar someplace. Y'know, sit and talk ... Mills: Well, I'd like to get to the precinct, if it's all the same. You know, not much time for this transition thing.
Mills: Wait a minute, no one bothers with vital signs? Davis: Did I stutter? This guy ain't breathing unless he started breathing spaghetti sauce.
Mills: Who said this was murder? Somerset: No one. Mills: The guy's heart has got to be the size of a canned ham.
What about these bruises up here?
We have this breaking story for you. We're going to go live downtown where defense attorney Eli Gould was found murdered this morning.
Eli Gould was found murdered this morning. Someone broke into his law firm and bled him to death, wrote the word "Greed" on the floor.
Cab Driver: Where you headed? Somerset: Far away from here.
Gentlemen, gentlemen. I'll never understand. All these books... A world of knowledge at your fingertips. What do you do? You play poker all night.
Uh, this is Detective Somerset. Well...it's nice to talk to you, too. Uh, I appreciate the offer, but... Well, in that case, I'd be delighted. Yes, thank you very much. Bye.
Tracy: William, I'd like you to meet David. David, this is William. Mills: Okay, all right... I'll be right back.
Well, it's kind of rare nowadays, you know-- I mean, that level of commitment.
Tracy: Why aren't you married, William? Mills: Oh, Trace. What the hell? Somerset: I was close once. Just didn't happen.
Mills: That real-estate guy. Fucking piece of... Sorry, hon. He shows us the place a few times. I think it's good. He's efficient. Trace really likes it. Then I start wondering why will he only brings us here 5 minutes at a time. Tracy: We found out the first night.
Imagine it-- there's a gun in your face. Which part of your body is expendable?
What if it isn't something she has seen, but something she's supposed to see but hasn't been given a chance?
Mrs. Gould: Wait. Mills: What? Mrs. Gould: Here. This painting, it's upside down.
Somerset: We're collecting all the evidence, taking all the pictures and samples, writing everything down, noting the time things happen. Mills: That's all? Somerset: That's all.
Wake up, glimmer twins. You've got a winner.
Somerset: We have to divorce ourselves from emotion, David. No matter how hard it is, we have to remain focused on the details. Okay? Mills: Man, I feed off my emotions. How's that?
Somerset: What can I do for you, Tracy? Tracy: I, uh... Um, I need someone to talk to. Do you think you could meet me... somewhere maybe tomorrow morning?
We walked into that apartment exactly one year after he tied victor to the bed. One year to the day. He wanted us to.
We'll make a list. At the top we'll put purgatory, Canterbury Tales, anything relating to the 7 deadly sins. Ask yourself, what would he study to do the things he's done? What are his interests now? Jack the Ripper, for instance.
Mills: Where are we going? Somerset: The library.
Greasy FBI Man: Only for you do I do this. It's a big risk. So I figure we're just fair and square. Somerset: It's a deal.
Somerset: All right. By telling you this though, I'm trusting you more than I trust most people. Mills: Well good, because I'm about ready to punch you.
Somerset: Look. Certain books are flagged-- books on, say, nuclear weapons or Mein Kampf. Anyone who checks out a flagged book has his library records fed into the FBI's computers from then on. Mills: Wait, wait, wait... how is this legal?
While the good people of America were losing sons at Anzio, you produced a dirty movie and built airplanes that don't fly.
Well, I am only a private citizen. Whereas you are a senator with all sorts of powers.
Why not tell the truth, for once, Senator?
Brewster: We would like him to reappear here. Would you ask him to...? To return? Howard: Uh... no, I don't think I will.
Brewster: Will you try to have him return? Howard: No, I don't think I'll try.
Well, I'm afraid you don't know how the aviation business works, Senator.
Howard: Well, who wrote that bill, senator? Brewster: No, we're asking the quest... Howard: Who actually wrote the C.A.B. bill?
Brewster: I have duties that take me all over the world, Mr. Hughes. Howard: Well, what the hell does a senator from Maine need to visit Peru for?
Brewster: Juan Trippe is not a man who is interested in making money. Howard: Hmm. Well, I'm sure his stockholders would be happy to hear that.
Brewster: Where did all that money go? Howard: Well, it went into the planes, senator. And a lot more.
Whoever can start utilizing jet technology on commercial airliners is gonna win all the marbles...
Wipe off your lipstick. That's much better.
Dietrich: Hughes Tool is incorporated in Texas. They have to see the bills. Howard: Incorporate a new division out here. All right? We'll call it Hughes Aircraft.
What about everything we talked about?
Don: What did Roger think of this ad? Danny: What, are you kidding me? Everybody loves that.
Whether that was Penny or not, it's done.
Whether he hands her over or not, he's gonna kill them all.
We'd be playing right into his hands.
We should be safe here.
We haven't been here in years.
Somerset: We're sure about that name, are we? Mills: Yeah.
Somerset: Where are you going? Mills: I'm going in. Somerset: No no no, wait, wait, wait.
Somerset: We need a warrant, Mills. Mills: We got probable cause. We got probable cause.
Mills: We got probable cause. Somerset: Think. How did we get here? I can't tell anyone. Mills: Ah come on-- Somerset: I can't tell anyone about the bureau.
We have no reason to be here. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen!
Mills: No, no-- Somerset: We need a reason to knock on this door! Think about it!
We had him, and we let him go.
We solved mysteries for the love of them. Not to prove anything to anyone.
Somerset: We could use some more men here. Mills: Hey man, I'm doing the best I can. Getting through all this.
Look, we know him, we know him, we know him. Who's the blonde?
Wasn't even close.
Somerset: Where was the girl? Crazed Man: The what? What? Somerset: The girl. The prostitute. Where was she?
Heywood: Well, what the hell is it, then? Red: A horse apple. Heywood: Bullshit. Red: No. Horseshit. It's petrified.
Who tied her down, you or him?
Captain Hadley: Want to explain this? Andy: It's called a rock blanket, for shaping and polishing rocks. A little hobby of mine.
We're not supposed to leave this post.
You got to bring him over. We need to hear it from him.
We're talking about everyday life here.
Somerset: What have you got? Mills: Uh, sleeping pills...
We're even trying to trace his furniture.
Mills: So when do we get to question him? Police Captain: You don't. Mills: What? Police Captain: He's going to court now.
Mills: It doesn't make any sense. Police Captain: Well there he sits, it's not supposed to make any sense.
We'll wait for his plea.
We've got him downstairs, locked up, done deal.
We don't make deals here, Mr. Swarr.
Come on now, Martin, we all know that with the extreme nature of these crimes, I could get him off with such a plea.
Hey, man, if I was to accidentally shave off a nipple, would it be covered by workman's comp?
Who are you, John? Who are you really?
We've got newspapers to think about, yeah?
Wait a minute. I thought all you did was kill innocent people.
We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it.
We tolerate it because it's common, it's... It's trivial.
We tolerate it morning, noon, and night.
Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example,
What was the indisputable evidence you were going to use on me right before I walked up to you and put my hands in the air?
Is that to say, John, that what you were doing was God's good work?
Doe: What time is it? Somerset: Why? Doe: I'd like to know. Somerset: 7:01.
Mills: Well, let's go take a look. Doe: It's this way.
When I said I admired you, I meant what I said.
What's in the fucking box?
Whatever he needs.
Where are you going to be?
Well, I'll give you the dime tour. Come on.
Well, here she is. Shawshank Prison library.
When I asked evan about the drawing, well, he couldn't remember doing it.
Andrea: When did you ever care about getting to school on time? Evan: We're putting up pictures for parents' night.
Evan: What happened? Andrea: Honey... what were you doing with that knife?
Andrea: Please and keep an eye on him 'cause-- Mr. Miller: What, are you kidding? We're going to have a great time today, right, sport?
But he's seven years old. What kind of stress can a seven-year-old have?
Well, he has been pushing me to meet his father and i've been putting it off.
What? No freaking way, man. I'm not touching this thing.
We were just in the woods building a fort when Lenny freaked out. And then he was okay and then he just froze up. Right, guys?
Andrea: What happened, Evan? The truth. Evan: I don't know. I don't remember.
We shouldn't have let her go.
What do you want me to do, shoot her?
We stand on that wall to stop biters, not keep people in.
Anesthesiologist: Where are you now? Evan: I'm standing next to Kayleigh.
What is happening to him? Make it stop!
What happened? Did it work?
Wipe that sad-ass look off your face before you get us busted.
All right, will someone tell me already what the hell happened with the mailbox?
What you deserve is a better father and brother. All they do is make you feel like shit.
What the fuck are you doing?!
Why don't you fucking kiss her, Prince Charming?
Was it Pavlov that conditioned his dog to lick his nuts?
Evan: Wow, sweet girl, man. Thumper: I found your shirt, bro.
Well, if I can figure out how the memories in a simple worm function, it should help me to understand the complexities... Of the human brain.
Well, I guess that's your game.
Well, I guess charisma and eyeliner go a long way.
What are you working on there? A model?
We brought her in and tried to help her, but it was too late.
Tyreese: Like what? Governor: I don't know. Like what panicked her?
Tyreese: Well, we heard she was with that prison group. I hope I didn't complicate things. Governor: No. No.
What else did you two talk about, huh?
We're not going after that girl, are we?
What if we were? Is that a problem?
We got something else. It's sort of hard to explain. Just be at the truck in five.
Shaft: What's my name? Malik: I forgot. Shaft: What's my name? Malik: John Shaft! John Shaft.
Shaft: What's my name? Malik: I don't know. Shaft: John Shaft! Malik: What? Shaft: John Shaft. Say it!
What the hell are you talking about?
We got a good thing here. I don't want to get tossed out because of you.
We just have to get with the program.
What the fuck am I doing here, man? You know, I felt funny about this job right off. As soon as I felt it, I should have said "no thank you" and walked off, but I didn't fucking listen.
I mean, if you show me a piece of paper that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. What I won't do is play ball. And this non-college bullshit you're giving me-- I got two words for that-- learn to fucking type. Because if you're expecting me to help with the ren...
We ain't done.
Peggy Olson: What's his connection to Roger? Don Draper: Besides being delusional? He's Jane Siegel's cousin.
Mr. White: Joe could help. We get in touch with Joe. Joe could get him to a doctor. Joe could get a doctor to come to see him. Mr. Pink: Assuming we can trust Joe, how are we gonna get in touch with him? Huh? He's supposed to be here, but he ain't, which is making me very nervous about being here.
...Which involves me coming up with a bunch of ideas, chasing him down and having him draw all of them and lose them.
What do you care? They're rats.
Roger: Why am I talking about silent movies? Caroline: I suppose as part of the chapter on your childhood?
We looked out for each other. We'll do it again.
We'll get out of your way if that's what you want.
We need you. We all need you.
We're gonna need biters, so get some more.
Well, you haven't been married for a while, so you've probably forgotten how these transactions work.
We don't discuss tactics with people that we don't really know.
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
Governor: Where did you get the gasoline? Tyreese: Come again?
When I wear it, I'll think of everything that happened the night I got it.
We represent the majority of the people in Alabama who hate niggerism, Catholicism, Judaism and all the 'isms' in the whole world.
Stan: Why's it so hard for you to accept that man's natural state is nude? Peggy: Because I'm civilized.
Gyro Captain: What's wrong? Come on. Captain's Girl: It just seems really wrong sneaking away like this.
Hello, Foxxy, Austin. We've confirmed what Fat Bastard told you about Roboto is accurate.
Which means Roboto will lead us to Goldmember.
Which means Goldmember will lead us to my father.