Ron Burgundy: You can use my office! Then afterwards maybe we can go to lunch! Ed Harken: Lower your voice, Ron.
You can't say--can't say one word? Even the guy who can't think says something! You guys just stand there? Come on!
Champ Kind: Let me just grab this. Oh, sorry about that. Whammy. Veronica Corningstone: Uh, Champ? Champ Kind: Yeah. Veronica Corningstone: You're trying to touch my breasts, aren't you? Champ Kind: What can I say? I like the way you're put together.
Ruth: You know I don't like that, Rose. Cal: She knows. We'll both have the lamb... Rare, with very little mint sauce. Hmm... You like lamb, right, sweet pea?
Oh, forget it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her.
Jack: ...Ice fishing is, you know, where you... Rose: I know what ice fishing is! Jack: Sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl.
You'll want to tie those. It's interesting. The young lady slips so suddenly and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.
God! Look at that thing. You would have gone straight to the bottom.
You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and...
Rose: Paris! You do get around for a poor... Well, uh, uh, a person of limited means. Jack: Go on, a poor guy, you can say it.
Rose: You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people. Jack: I see you. Rose: And? Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.
Molly: Uh, son? Son! Do you have the slightest comprehension what you're doing? Jack: Not really. Molly: Well, you're about to go into the snakepit. What are you planning to wear? I figured. Come on.
You shine up like a new penny.
Cal: Well, it's amazing. You could almost pass for a gentleman. Jack: Almost. Cal: Extraordinary.
What? You think a first-class girl can't drink?
Rick: You never should've asked her to marry you. You're the mad smotherer. Steven Kovacs: All she had to do was say no. She didn't have to kick me out. I feel like Felix Unger.
Steven Kovacs: You were supposed to be here four hours ago. The Cable Guy: Was I? So... I'm the tardy one? Steven Kovacs: Yeah.
Ruth: You're not to see that boy again do you understand me? Rose, I forbid it. Rose: Oh, stop it, mother. You'll give yourself a nosebleed.
Rose: So you think you're big tough men? Then let's see you do this. Hold this for me Jack. Hold it up! 3rd Class Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Lewis Bodine: So what happened next? Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"?
You ever worked beef before, Billy?
You know, I do believe this ship may sink. I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation. Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley.
Steward: Here! What do you think you're doing? You'll have to pay for that, you know. That's White Star Line property. Both: Shut up!
Steven Kovacs: Hey, wait. Yeah? Uh, one thing. I have this friend, and he gave his cable guy $50, and then he got all the movie channels for free. Do you ever hear of anything like that? The Cable Guy: You mean illegal cable? Steven Kovacs: Um... Yeah.
You'd be surprised how many customers treat me like snot, like I'm a goddamn plumber or something.
Cal Hockley: You're a good liar. Jack: Almost as good as you.
Male Passenger: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death... Jack: You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?
You can't keep us locked in here like animals. The ship's bloody sinking!
Your delusional quest just ruined my life!
You need a little help, amigo?
Rango: Wow! What uhhh...a town? You mean like with real people and everything? Where? Roadkill: A days journey. Follow your shadow. Rango: You want me to just walk out into the desert? Roadkill: Uhumm. That's the way.
Steven Kovacs: You know, my brother is a speech therapist. The Cable Guy: So? Steven Kovacs: Never mind.
Steven Kovacs: You know, i'm embarrassed to say this, but I don't even know your name. The Cable Guy: You really want to know my name? You do? Steven Kovacs: Sure. The Cable Guy: It's Ernie Douglas, but my friends call me Chip.
Steven Kovacs: You any good? The Cable Guy: Feed me under the boards, you'll find out.
You got into my house when I wasn't home?
You give me something so much more valuable-- friendship.
Rock-Eye: You! I'll kill you! You stupid lizard! Get out of there! I'm gonna strangle your huevos! Rango: The bird! The bird! Rock-Eye: No wait, come back! Rock-Eye: Hey, I was just kidding! C'mon, we're friends, right? Rango: Aaah, I don't know you! Rock-Eye: Lizards, frogs... we're practically related, r...
You son of a...
You ain't from around here, are you?
You might say I'm from everywhere there's trouble brewing and hell waiting to be raised. You might say I'm what hell's already raised up. Name's Rango.
You ever pretend to be one of us again, and I'll kill you. Got it?
Tino: Yes, we have a saying in my country about people like him. 'The coyote of the desert 'always likes to eat the heart of the young, 'where the blood drips down to children for breakfast, lunch and dinner, 'only the ribs will be broken in two. ' Ron Burgundy: Tino. Tino: Okay.
Yes, time apart from each other, but not with other people. That's not time apart. That's time with someone else.
You're damn right I'm right.
Del: You play with your balls a lot. Neal: I do not play with my balls. Del: Larry Bird doesn't do as much ball handling in one night as you do in an hour! Neal: Are you trying to start a fight? Del: No. I'm simply stating a fact. That's all. You fidget with your nuts a lot. Neal: You know what'd make me h...
Lew Hayward: I had it all. I was a captain of industry... feared by men, adored by women. Frank: Adored! Let's be honest, Lew. You paid for the women.
You might recognize this song as performed by Jefferson Airplane... In a little rockumentary called Gimme Shelter... About the Rolling Stones and their nightmare at Altamont. That night, the Oakland chapter of the Hell's Angels had their way. Tonight...it's my turn.
You think a woman like that would hang out with us if we weren't paying?
You know what I miss most about Buck? He could catch a ball. No matter how hard you threw it, he was right there.
You are insignificant. You are a coward. You are a great disappointment to your mother and I!
You're supposed to be dead!
You don't help me, I'll kill you now, Mick.
Frank: You'll smell burning meat and then... Then it'll hurt. Mickey: I swear I'm telling the truth! Son of a bitch! Aah! Stop! Oh, my god!
Wounded Bird: You kill bird. Rango: Yeah. Matter of fact I did. Wounded Bird: Bird dead. Snake come. Rango: Is it snake? Priscilla: He means Rattlesnake Jake, Mr Rango. He never comes to town cause he's scared of that hawk, but might come now. May I have your boots when you're dead? Rango: No! I ain't got no pr...
Quiet, you savages! Stop your rattling. You're affecting my cogitation.
The Queen: Is it done? Brighton: Just as you instructed. The Queen: I'm impressed. You're not as pathetic and wimpy as I have always believed. Brighton: That's the nicest thing you have ever said to me.
Sergeant Turley: Your brother? Rango: That's what I said! Buford: But he's a snake and you're a lizard. Rango: Well, momma had an active uh...social life.
Jim's Dad: I have not had a night like that since the 70's. Jim: Don't need this... Jim's Dad: You'd be surprised what you can do...with a well-placed thumb.
You are not a nice person.
Mickey: You're gonna help me. Unless you want to stay Howard Saint's lackey for the rest of your life. Mickey: I hate the Saints. All of them.
Man #1: You know whose money this is? You know whose building this is? Frank: Howard Saint's. Man #2: He's gonna fuck your life up. Frank: He already fucked my life up. Now, out the window. Man#1: What? Frank: Out the window.
You a hooker, Maudette? 'Cause I don't pay for it. Never have, never will.
Tara: Uh, my name is Tara. I've been your sister's best friend since kindergarten. I used to sleep over at your house for, like, years. Ha. Jason: I know who you are. Tara: You better know who I am.
You are a gigantic parody of yourself, and you don't even know it.
You can be my Santa Claus.
Robin's Date: You're sexy. Robin Harris: What? Robin's Date: You heard me.
You know, I asked a woman to marry me once. She said she wanted to think about it. We agreed to take some time apart, reassess our feelings. You know... Give each other space. Well, she's no longer with us.
Steven Kovacs: You're a very nice guy, but I just don't have any room in my life for a new friend. Okay? The Cable Guy: So, what are you trying to say? Steven Kovacs: I don't want to be your friend. The Cable Guy: I appreciate your honesty. You're a real straight shooter. Steven Kovacs: So you're all right? ...
You're gonna have to do better than that, Steven! Steven? Steven. St...my lisp is gone! You stupid son of a bitch.
You were never there for me, were you, mother? You expected Mike and Carol Brady to raise me. I am the bastard son of Claire Huxtable! I am the lost Cunningham! I learned the facts of life... From watching the Facts of Life!
Steven Kovacs: You never told me your real name. The Cable Guy: You still... Wanna know my name? Steven Kovacs: Yeah. The Cable Guy: It's... Ricardo. Ricky Ricardo. Babaloo! I'm just messin' with ya.
Poe: You're referring to one of my stories, a work of fiction. Fields: I'm afraid I am not.
Beans: You ain't from round here, are you? Rango: I..I'm...I'm still workin' on it. Uh...so, what's your name? Beans: Beans. Rango: That's a funny kinda name. Beans: What can I say, my daddy plum loved baked beans. Rango: Well, you're lucky he didn't plum love asparagus. Beans: What...what are you sayin'? Ran...
You must pay for everything in this world, one way and another. There is nothing free, except the grace of God.
Sheriff: You have a lot of experience with bounty hunters, do you? Mattie Ross: That is a silly question. I am here to settle my father's affairs. Sheriff: All alone? Mattie Ross: Well, I am the person for it.
Agent J: You're gonna send me back to 1969. Jeffrey: First, we gotta get high. Agent J: My man, for real?
Agent J: Hey man, how old are you? Young Agent K: 29. Agent J: Whoo, you have some city miles on you.
You cost Crawford Tillinghast his mind, quite possibly his life. And another man's life.
Yeah, this rainmaker Castle, he was supposed to be dead, no?
Frank: You shouldn't play with knives. Tattooed Mike: Uhh! Ohh!
You like that song? I wrote that for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral.
You are one dumb son of a bitch... Bring a knife to a gunfight.
Quentin: You're not doing drugs, are you? Dave: Not right now.
Your friend's about to have a bad day. You can save him by talking.
Frank: You don't owe me. You don't owe me anything. I've brought you nothing but trouble. Why were you ready to die for me? Dave: Because... You're one of us. You're family.
You're no bigger than a corn nubbin.
You're gonna die tonight, aren't you? Is that what you want?
You better pick up the knife, Quentin. Because if you don't, I will.
You were my brother. I give you everything, denied you nothing! But it wasn't enough.
Howard: You're fucking him. You're fucking my best friend. Livia: That would be a little hard to accomplish, Howard. Oh, so true. So true.
You should really learn to pay your parking tickets!
Howard: Your mother's gone. John: What? Howard: She took the train.
You look like a strong kid. You must work out. Ever try isometrics? This anti-personnel mine weighs 8 pounds. Not much. But... Try holding it with an outstretched arm. Hell of a workout.
Howard: You killed my son. Frank: Both of them.
Phoebe: You guys! Sean: Oh, shit!
Scary German Guy: Are you absolutely sure that she is... Patrick: You're not a virgin, are you? No? No, what do you mean, no? Patrick's Sister: Well...Steve, but he doesn't count! Doesn't count?
Rudy: Yeah. What the hell's Monster Squad? Sean: It's us. We're the Monster Squad. Patrick: Since when? Sean: Since now! Horace: What's a "squad"? Patrick: It's like Miami Vice, I think.
Les: You know how you handle an actor? They whine about anything, you pull down their pants and you spank their ass. Rob: You spank that ass, Les. Damien: What?
You wanted to be actors. You wanted to occupy the skin of another human being. Well, get ready to occupy the skin of a terrified U.S. Infantry grunt, surrounded by death, crawling up Satan's bottom.
Yeah, I've never been in the military, per se, but I have lost an appendage in the line of duty. Driving Miss Daisy, first studio gig.
Ron Burugndy: You really want to know what love is? Champ Kind: Yeah. Brian Fantana: Yes, tell us. Brick Tamland: More than anything in the world Ron.
Don: You're not gonna come in? Sally: No. But give Morticia and Lurch my love.
A 10? You buying his formula or yours?
Roger: You're late for the status meeting. Pete: You should probably go prepare instead of molesting my secretary.
The Nurse: Now, now, Mr. Presley. You are lookin' much stronger, but you shouldn't be out here too long. It's time for your nap. And it's also time for us to do that little...You know. Elvis: You fuck off, you patronizing bitch! I'm sick of your shit! I'll lube my own crankshaft from now on. You treat me like a bab...
"You nasty thing from beyond the dead... "no matter what you think or do, good things will never come to you." "And if evil is your black design, "you can bet the goodness of the light ones... will kick your bad behind"? For chrissake... That's it? That's the chant against evil from the book of souls? Oh, yeah, righ...
Pete: Hank. Jack. Hank: You're not late. Roger told us to come early. Pete: Hmm. Roger: Have a seat. You're only one behind, but they're nuclear.
Your soul-suckin' days are over, amigo.
Roger: You don't want me to fly copilot or be your wingman? Check your valises? Hold your airsickness bag? Pete: Do you want me to throw one into the bag you're in? Roger: You enjoy yourself, then. Garcon, assume that these are gone. I should warn you about these two... They're a thirsty lot. Hank: Always a pl...
You ever see beans up close? They're slimy. They look like a bunch of bloody organs.
Peggy: You're amazing. Stan: It could have been worse. I almost said, "I'm sorry I can't make it."
You could stick it up your ass and have a concert.
Don: What? Megan: I know why you're upset. You're 40.
You love stirring the shit.
Roger: You want to smile? Don: Is it your obituary?
Megan: You can't even apologize. None of you can. Peggy: I'm sorry. Megan: You're sorry? What is wrong with you people? You're all so cynical. You don't smile... You smirk.
Harry: You know who has the best stuff? Charlton Heston. Girl #1: Who's that?
Harry: Those young girls. They are so much fun. Everybody's having fun. They're all on drugs. Don: You're on drugs. You signed the Trade Winds. Who the hell are they?
Peggy: You know, I thought you were crazy when I met you, and you have confirmed it by not acting the way that you acted with me. Michael: You told me not to act that way. Peggy: And the fact that you can control it really scares me.
Earl: You know what you are, Flint Lockwood? No. A shenaniganizer. A tomfool. You see my beautiful angel son Cal? Cal: What's up? Earl: I love him so much. This is my only son. I want him to have a bright future. A future in which you don't ruin our town's day with one of your crazy science doodley-bopper thingies.
You're under arrest, Flint Lockwood. Thank goodness you only caused minimal damage to Sardine Land.
Sam: You hit me with a rocket. Flint: You kicked me in the face. Sam: I said I was sorry.
Patrick: This just in: Our humiliated weather intern is apparently back for more. Sam: Thanks, Patrick. Okay, everybody, you are not gonna believe this one but I am standing in the middle of a burger rain. You may have seen a meteor shower but you've never seen a shower meatier than this. For a town stuck eating s...
You're under arrest for ruining Sardine Land.
Miss Wimsey: Tracy Turnblad. If I have to write you up... for inappropriate hair height one more time... you will be removed to detention. Tracy: Miss Wimsey, what am I supposed to do? Hair can't just hang there like a dead thing on your cheeks.
You have eyes, huntsman, but you do not see.
You know, there were times when I was doing Jack that I actually felt retarded, like really retarded. Oh, yeah. I mean, I brushed my teeth retarded, I rode the bus retarded.
You was farting in bathtubs and laughing your ass off.
Alpa: Yo, man, I got a Bust-A-Nut. Jeff: You go to hell!
You go to hell!
Tugg: Well, you know. It's... Just to be nominated... Tran: You were nominated? Tugg: No, no, no. I wasn't nominated. I'm just saying that to have been nominated would have been nice. It's just... It's very political. You have to take out ads... Tran: Shut up now!
But don't worry yourself, dear. You're not disturbing Grandma Turner.
Mattie: You have not traded poorly. Col. Stonehill: Oh, certainly not. I am paying you for a horse I do not possess and have bought back a string of useless ponies which I cannot sell again.
John: I'm taking Lori to dinner. You don't think she's gonna be expecting something big, do you? Ted: What, like anal?
Mattie: You are trying to take advantage of me. Rooster Cogburn: I'm giving you the children's rate.
You are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. I swore to them that I would protect you, and I haven't.
You and your friends better batten down the hatches, 'cause when it hits you're all gonna wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us.
You think this can last? There's a storm coming Mr. Wayne.
Congratulations, Cogburn. You've graduated from marauder to wet nurse.
You was always dumb, Quincy, and remain true to form.
Mattie: You display great poise. Rooster: Uh, it's just a turkey shoot.
You go for a man hard enough and fast enough, he don't have time to think about how many is with him. He thinks about hisself, how he might get clear of that wrath that's about to set down on him.
You managed to put a kink in my rope, pardner.
Drake Sabitch: You're in the wrong zone, soldier boy. What the hell are you doing in my perimeter? Steve Dodds: Um, sir, I'm not a soldier. And I don't know if you read in USA Today last week, but the war's over. You can punch out now.
You could not hit a man at 300 yards if your gun was resting on Gibraltar.
La Boeuf: You missed your shot, Cogburn, admit it. Rooster: Missed my shot! La Boeuf: You are more handicapped without the eye than I without the arm.
Spider-Man: You know, if you're gonna steal cars, don't dress like a car thief. Car Thief: You a cop? Spider-Man: You seriously think I'm a cop? In this skin-tight red & blue suit?
You are not LaBoeuf.
You might want to head over to the Original Greaser Bob's. He notched a dugout into a hollow along the Carrillon River. If you ride the river, you won't fail to see it. Greaser Bob, the Original Greaser Bob, is hunting north of the Picketwire and would not begrudge its use.
Paul Kersey: You've got a prime figure. You really have, you know. Joanna Kersey: That's a euphemism for fat.
You don't have the most reliable memories, do you?
Scott: You're dead, soldier... Luc: No... I'm alive.
You're discharged, sarge.
Well, you seem like you know what you're doing, then. I guess I'll just get out of your way.
Here's the cheese: You can keep it going, get everything you've ever wanted, and be the great man I know you can be. Or you can turn it off, ruin everything, and no one will ever like you. It's your choice. Choice. Choice. Choice. Choice. Choice.
Yikes! What is that, a scrunchie? I haven't seen one of those since 1995.
You can't run from this war, soldier. Not under my command. Huh? You've grown weak. You should have taken your... Medication.
Excuse me. You should check on your driver, pal. He don't look too hot. Ha ha ha ha!
Megan: You sound terrible. You even look terrible. Don: You don't.
You just can't walk away. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?
You're a traitor, too, aren't you, farm boy?
Megan: You sound terrible. You even look terrible. Don: You don't. Megan: I'm going to stand over here.
You know what? You're sickos.
Ken: You know you almost got fired just now. Michael: I don't think you're right about that. Ken: I'm positive.
You think just because you broke a few stories that you're indispensable.
You don't want to use the word emergency with an airplane.
You can either take the steps or you can go off the balcony because if you run into my wife on the way out of here, you're going to wish you had.
You loved it. And you'll love it again because you are a sick, sick...
Colonel Perry: You were confused. Luc: I was confused. Colonel Perry: You must follow orders at all times. Luc: I must follow my orders. Colonel Perry: He's fine.
You must follow orders at all times.
You think we lost them?
You want to help me out?
You gonna get the shit kicked out of you mother.
You want to rent a roo...Oom? Nice outfit.
Luc: You have a car? Boy in Motel: Uh-huh. Luc: Give me the keys. Veronica: Tell him to hurry. Luc: Hurry. Veronica: You got them? Luc: Thank you.
You're such a comfort.
Paul: How'd you know who I was? Ames: You look like a New Yorker.
You're wasting your time. He can't hear you.
You know, I feel like I'm back in high school again. I can't make heads or tails out of any of this stuff.
You pillow fight like a bunch of little girls!
Mordecai: Hell, I've been here since the war. Jules: Which war? Mordecai: You know damn well which war! Marty: Would that have been with the blue, and some in the gray? Mordecai: You sassin' me, boy? Marty: You were rude to my friend. Mordecai: That whore.
You want the technical jargon? I can reel it off. Catatonia, dementia praecox, passive schizoid paranoia.
You got money, man? Shit, I'll kill you. Give me your money or I'll bust you up.
You saw him pretty good, didn't you? You're full of shit.
Ah, you want to confess to the vigilante killings. All right, I'll put you through to Rosenberg. He's in charge of confessions today. He's the 23rd. Put him through.
You know, this isn't exactly a dump we're moving to, you know.
You know, I really think we're gonna do good here. I have a very positive feeling. I'm telling you, Daniel. I just know it's gonna work.
Daniel: Yeah, who's that-- who's that blonde in the blue? Freddy: The hills. Daniel: The hills. What's the hills? Freddy: It's rich. Let's go.
Your mother's a cankerous whore!
Kirk: You're gonna focus up now, motherfucker, and say it. "It's me, Tugg!" Tugg: It's me, Tugg. Kirk: That's right! Now, Tugg who? Tugg: Tugg who? I don't know. Who are you? Kirk: Me? I know who I am! I'm a dude playing a dude disguised as another dude. Kevin: What? Kirk: You a dude that don't know what...
Amber: My name is Mike. Edna: Mike? Amber: Yes, Mike. Edna: Mike who? Amber: It's Mike. Anyway, ahem... I'm calling because I have some information... about your daughter's whereabouts. Edna: What? Amber: Right now, as we speak... your daughter has entered a hotbed of moral... turpentine.
# You can't stop my happiness # # 'Cause I like the way I am # # And ya just can't stop my knife and fork # # When I see a Christmas ham # # So if you don't like the way I look # # Well, I just don't give a damn #
Prudy: You see? You see? If I let you leave the house... right now you'd be in prison fighting whores for cigarettes. That Tracy Turnblad always was a bad influence. Well, you are never, ever gonna see that beehived harlot again. Penny: OK, Mother. Excuse me. Prudy: Penny? Pray for her. She's gonna need it.
Velma: Yeah, they're kids, Corny. That's why we have to steer them in the white direction. Corny: Right direction? Velma: Didn't I say that?
Amber: You try that again and there'll be stumps where your feet should be. You got that? You little whor... Link: Amber. Amber: ...holy moly. Baby.
You wait till your father gets out of prison. You'll see more than a jump rope, missy!
Todd: You were basically the worst parent ever! Donny: I was awesome! Todd: You let me eat cake and lollipops for breakfast every day! Donny: That's what you asked for! Todd: You're supposed to say "no." Donny: I didn't know what I was doing, I was 13, 14 years old. Todd: You know what I remember? Is me having...