You know, I work for the agency. And I don't know I want to keep a secret from Don. You know Don... Tall guy, short temper.
Roger: Say 100 now and 100 Monday morning. Michael: You wipe your ass with 200 bucks. Roger: Here, take it. I've got to start carrying less cash.
You're always thinking about other people, and then you're angry because no one's thinking about you. But I am.
You're not special. And neither was Anna.
You know, in the old buildings, they used to have an executive elevator.
Peggy: You are not loyal. You only think about yourself. Roger: Were we married? Because you're thinking about yourself, too. That's the way it is. It's every man for himself.
Betty: You asked her about Anna? Sally: Yes. Daddy showed me pictures and they spoke very fondly of her.
You've been at this for far too long with far too little success. We're gonna put our faith, our money, into a... Well, a younger villain.
Yes, we will build our own rocket using this and whatever else we can find! Grab everything! Hit the junkyards! Take apart the cars! Who needs the bank?
You know there are, like, tons of girls around here, right? And you're all by yourself next to a tree?
Duke Henry the Red: You, sir, are not one of my vassals. Who are you? Ash: Who wants to know? Duke Henry the Red: I am Henry the Red, Duke of Shael, Lord of the Northlands and leader of its peoples. Ash: Well, hello, Mr. Fancy Pants. I got news for you, pal. You ain't leadin' but two things right now: Jack and...
I don't know. Like, you haven't... You haven't always been super easy to talk to, you know.
You're such an asshole.
Andrew: You do know that you can't smoke weed when you're a cop, right, Matt? Matt: Oh, no. Really? Uh, I didn't know.
Andrew: So, what, you want to go out and start a charity or something? That's lame. Steve: Wait. Why is that lame?
Yes, it was the black guy this time.
Yes! Mine's shaped like a dead guy!
Andrew: Look up. Steve: Hello, boys. Matt: What? What is up? Steve: No. No. Wait, guys. Wait, wait, wait. Check me out. Matt: Oh my God! Steve: Hear me out. Matt: You're flying!
Steve: She definitely noticed that it's gotten better. You just gotta be, you know... Andrew: Yeah? Steve: You just gotta be subtle. Andrew: That is so cool.
Steve: See, see, that's what I'm talking about right there. Andrew: What? Steve: You're always thinking up, like, new shit that we can do, man.
You know, your shoelace is untied.
Mrs. Detmer: You look handsome. Andrew: Thanks, yes. Steve... let me borrow some of his clothes to make me look cool or whatever.
Matt: Oh, my God. I can see... your head is, like, exploding right now. Andrew: What? Matt: This is the beginning of your downfall. Hubris. Right there.
Matt: Hey, Casey? I've basically been stalking you since, like, sophomore year. Sorry, use of the word stalking. I shouldn't have said... Casey: You want to get out of here?
You're an embarrassment.
You piece of shit!
Steve: Your dad beat the shit out of you. He can't do that to you now. Andrew: Will you stop acting like you give a shit? Steve: Dude. Why are you talking to me like this? I'm your best friend. Andrew: I don't have any friends!
You hit your head, Mr. Eastwood. Not too serious, but lucky for you Seamus found you when he did.
Marty: It's not science. You meet the right girl, it just hits you, it's like lightning. Doc Brown: Please, don't say that.
You know, I'm almost glad that snake spooked those horses. Otherwise, we might never have met. I suppose it was destiny. Thank you for everything.
You talking to me? You talking to me, Tannen? Well, I'm the only one here. Go ahead! Make my day.
Your mother's dead.
I just wanted to say that... I'm sorry and, uh, I... I hope... that you know that I did what I had to do. You're not a bad person. I know that. That's all that matters.
Jennifer: Dr. Brown, I brought this note back from the future and now it's erased. Doc Brown: Of course it's erased. Jennifer: But what does that mean? Doc Brown: It means your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you.
Marty: Listen, you got a back door to this place? Chester the Bartender: Yeah, it's in the back.
Marty, you can't go losing your judgment every time someone calls you a name. That's exactly what causes you to get in that accident in the future.
You'd better be careful. Plenty of vultures out here that'll pick your bones clean before morning.
Duke: You fucking whore. Dr Gonzo: Hee hee hee.
You're not Portuguese, man!
Parking Attendant: You can't park your car here. Raoul Duke: Why not? Is this not a reasonable place to park? Parking Attendant: Reasonable? You're on a sidewalk! This is the sidewalk!
Jim: You gonna get a haircut this summer? Jay Lovell: I'm on vacation. Jim: Oh, get a haircut.
You goddamn honkies are all the same.
My attorney had never been able to accept the notion... often espoused by former drug abusers... that you can get a lot higher without drugs than with them. Neither have I, for that matter.
You shall die!
You shall die! You shall never obtain the Necronomicon! We shall feast upon your souls!
Yo, she-bitch. Let's go.
You better take care of me, Lord. If You don't, You're gonna have me on Your hands.
You listen to me, you filthy little faggot! I want a manager down here, now, now!
Yeah. She's a religious freak. I gave her a cap before I realized... Jesus, she's never even had a drink.
You will notice that I have distinguished... four, four distinct states of being... in the cannabis or marijuana society. They are cool, groovy... hip and square.
You took too much, man. You took too much. Too much.
You poor fools just don't understand. This car is property of the World Bank. That money goes to Italy!
You people voted for Hubert Humphrey. And you killed Jesus.
You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I gotta take a lot of shit in this place, but I don't have to take it off no spic pimp!
Evil Ash: You're goody little two-shoes, goody little two-shoes, little goody two-shoes, little goody two-shoes, little goody two-shoes, little goody two-shoes, little goody two-shoes, little goody two-shoes. Aah! Ash: Good, bad. I'm the guy with the gun.
Evil Ash: You shall never retrieve the Necronomicon! You'll die in the graveyard before you get it! Ash: Hey, uh, what's that you got on your face? Evil Ash: Huh? I'll come back for you!
Jamie: You puked on my dress and then fucked it! Donny: Ah! Hahahahahaha, you're a madman!
Todd: You got me a gift? An earring? But I don't have a pierced ear. Donny: Yeah... (Both Screaming) Todd: Am I bleeding? Donny: I don't think so.
You see this ammeter rise over 20 at any point, power-up is no good. We see it spike, that's sayonara for the guidance computer. Our guys can't reenter. Okay?
Don: That's a lot of work. Pete: Yes. You may have to stay past 5:30.
You asked me to stop this last time.
You're gonna need to define some of these pronouns if you want me to keep listening.
Joan: My mother raised me to be admired. But no flowers from you. Don: You scared the shit out of me.
Don: You wanna dance? Joan: I don't think we should. Don: You sure look like you wanna dance. Joan: You and me in midtown? You with that look on your face? Don: What look, baby?
Mother Lakshmi: You thought I was some confused little girl? I'm trading the only thing I have. Harry: But you already gave it away... Ow! Mother Lakshmi: Stay away from him.
Megan: You're drunk. And you left work at lunch. Where the hell were you? Don: You wanna get the rolling pin?
Don: You like to get mad. Megan: No, I don't. Don: That's what gets you going. Megan: That is not what this is.
You know, all these people said they'd do something for me. You're the first one who did.
Lane: It was our plan to distribute Christmas bonuses this year, but... ahem, quite selflessly the partners have elected to forego their share in the interests of rewarding the staff for a job well done. Roger: You're all getting Christmas bonuses and we aren't.
You got baby mama drama.
Kate: You have to remember that you are carrying something very precious. Oscar: Like a little puppy. Kate: Yeah. Or a baby.
You know, I was talking to Jimmy Buffett this morning about trans fats...
Rob: You asking me out on a date? Kate: No. Rob: You sure? 'Cause you lied to me once already. Kate: Yes, I'm sure. Rob: See you around.
Kate: You know, studies show that babies can learn a second language in the womb. Angie: You know, you should play an English tape, so it can come out talking, and it can be in commercials, and you'll make a lot of money.
Your CD's skipping. I'm gonna watch TV instead.
You know, Rick, when you talk to me in that tone of voice, I get incredibly angry.
Angie: You shouldn't have forged that pregnancy test, Carl. Carl: Maybe you should've actually gotten pregnant like you were supposed to.
You gonna give me my car, or do I gotta go to your house... and shove your dog's head down the toilet?
Otto: You're all repo men. Lagarto: What if we are?
Your father gave all our extra money to the Reverend's telethon, Otto.
You wanna know who told us where it was? Your goddamn brother.
Bud: You know, kid, usually, when somebody pulls shit like that... my first reaction is... I want to punch his fucking lights out. But you know something? Bud/Oly: You're all right.
Marilyn: You're drunk, Lovell. Jim: Yeah. I'm not used to the champagne. Marilyn: Me neither. I can't deal with cleaning up. Let's sell the house. Jim: All right, let's sell the house. They're back inside now looking up at us. Isn't that something? Marilyn: I bet Jannie Armstrong doesn't get a wink of sleep ...
You can count on my steel.
You found me beautiful once. Honey, you got real ugly.
Evil Ash: You're going down! Ash: I'm goin' up. Evil Ash: I'm comin' for ya.
You're pissin' me off, you ugly son of a bitch!
You know that story about how you could've been king? I, uh, I think it's kind of cute.
You turned my sister into a limo driver.
Your face looks like Robin Williams' knuckles.
You eat a lot of acid, Miller? Back in the hippie days?
You know the way everybody's into weirdness right now? Books in all the supermarkets about Bermuda Triangles? UFOs? How the Mayans invented television? That kind of thing?
You're still on the job, white boy. Get in the car.
Otto: You're crazy, Lite. I mean, you can't just shoot into people's houses. I mean, maybe you shot the guy. Lite: What if I did?
You repo men, man, you guys are all out to fucking lunch.
You don't even know what's in your own trunk? Kill him, Duke. You know what? I think you're afraid to find out.
Angie: You need to get out of your comfort zone. Go meet some dudes. Kate: Although, I do have a new ginger body splash that I've been dying to try.
Angie: You're wearing that? Kate: Well, we are going to a nightclub.
Kate: You know, I really like your logo. Rob: Yeah? Yeah, I did it myself. Kate: I really like it. Rob: You don't think it looks like a p... penis?
Carl: You wanna give me back the ring that I made for you in metal shop? Angie: Yeah, I do.
You know what? Look, I'm just gonna lay it out, all right? I'm not discussing the lady business with you. I mean, I think it's a beautiful thing and all that, but it's disgusting, okay?
Well, Kate, you don't have to be married to have a kid.
You're not lying to him, you're just not telling him the truth, there's a big difference.
You'll never get me, pig! Get out of my way!
You ever feel as if your mind had started to erode?
Your gonna be all right, man. Maybe not.
Hey, I know you. You're the one that ran into my trash.
Otto: I ain't gonna be no repo man. No way. Marlene: It's too late. You already are.
Alison: You want me to lose weight? Jack: No, I don't want you to lose weight. Jill: No. We can't legally ask you to do that. Jack: We didn't say lose weight. I might say tighten. Alison: Tight. Jack: A little tighter? Jill: Just like toned and smaller.
You know what is not helping us get laid is the shoe bomber, Richard Reid, over here at our table.
Vernon: You're not fooling anybody, Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you. Bender: Eat my shorts. Vernon: What was that? Bender: Eat... my... shorts. Vernon: You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister. Bender: Oh, I'm crushed. Vernon: You just bought one more right there. Bender: Well, ...
You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you.
Jason: Let's go. Come on, follow me. You stay here. Stay here. Martin: Why? Jason: Because your face looks like a vagina.
You know how you said before how your parents use you to get back at each other? Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?
...You must learn its riddle, Conan. You must learn its discipline. For no one, no one in this world can you trust; not men, not women, not beasts. This you can trust.
You know, it's like, it is like the best medicine. Because it fixes everything.
Claire: You know why guys like you knock everything? Bender: Oh, this should be stunning. Claire: Because you're afraid. Bender: Oh, God. You richies are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities. Claire: You're a big coward. Brian: I'm in a Math Club. Claire: You're afraid that they won't take ...
Allison: You have problems. Andrew: Oh, I have problems? Allison: You do everything everybody tells you to do. That is a problem. Andrew: Okay, fine. But I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite people into my problems, did I?
You look like Jabba the Hutt dying.
Conan: It's good. Subotai: You have no idea how long it's been there.
Claire: You know, you really do look better without all that black shit on your eyes. Allison: Hey, I like that black shit. Claire: This looks a lot better. Look up. Allison: Please. Why are you being so nice to me? Claire: 'Cause you're letting me.
Allison: Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke. Your birthday, it's March 12. You're 5'9 1/2". You weigh 130 pounds. And your social security number is 049-38-0913. Andrew: Wow. Are you a psychic? Allison: No. Brian: Would you mind telling me how you know all this about me? Allison: I stole your wallet.
Claire: He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him. Bender: Sweets. You couldn't ignore me if you tried. So... so... are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto. Level with me. Do you slip her the hot-beef injection? Claire: Go to hell! Andrew: Enough! Vernon: ...
Yes, I do, and I won't say it for little Baby Ears over there, but it rhymes with "Shma-shmortion."
Your grandmother having Alzheimer's so bad she doesn't even know who the fuck I am, that's a disaster. This is a good thing. This is a blessing.
You must be angry at the baby whenever it steals your food, huh?
Alison: You're a sweet guy, right? Ben: I think I am. Yeah. Alison: Don't fuck me over, okay? Ben: I wouldn't do that.
Jay: You think she likes you? Ben: She's trying to. Jay: She's entertaining the idea of liking you. Ben: Exactly. I'll take that.
You're so concerned with stuff, like "Don't get them vaccinated. "Don't let them eat fish. There's mercury in the water." Jesus, how much Dateline NBC can you watch?
Debbie: You don't want to know the sex of the baby?That's no fun. Alison: Ben knows, but I've sworn him to secrecy. Debbie: I'll get it out of him. Alison: No.
Yeah, I mean, she was acting weird, and I really think it's just 'cause, like, you know, I haven't made an honest woman out of her. She's carrying my bastard child. No one wants that.
Ben: You think she's, like, hiding me? Like, she's, like, embarrassed by me or something like that? Pete: Probably. I'd hide you.
Debbie: Oprah said that when two people meet, they are forced to point out each other's differences and flaws. Alison: I thought you were supposed to just accept people for who they are, love them anyway. Debbie: You criticize them a lot, and then they get so down on themselves that they're forced to change.
You should just support me! You know, you should just support everything I say because at this juncture in my life, I'm allowed to be wrong!
You know, I know this isn't you talking, it's your hormones, but I would just like to say, fuck you, hormones!
You're too big to be a thief.
Conan: You're not a guard! Valeria: Neither are you! Subotai: We're thieves! Ha! Like yourself. Come to climb the tower. Valeria: You don't even have a rope!
You think he's funny? You think this is cute? You think he's bitchin'? Is that it? Let me tell you something. Look at him. He's a bum. You want to see something funny? You go visit John Bender in five years. You'll see how goddamn funny he is.
You alone have stood up to their gods.
Pete: You can get pink eye from farting in a pillow? Jonah: Totally. Pete: That's awesome!
You broke into my house, stole my property, murdered my servants and my pets. And that is what grieves me the most! You killed my snake.
You killed my snake.
You killed my mother! You killed my father! You killed my people! You took my father's sword.
You know what it is, don't you, boy? Shall I tell you? It's the least I can do. Steel isn't strong, boy. Flesh is stronger. Look around you, here.
You look like Babe Ruth's gay brother, Gabe Ruth.
You know why she just rejected me? 'Cause you're such a shitty husband, she thinks I'm gonna turn into a shitty husband.
Ben: You screwed me, Dad, okay? You said everything was gonna be fine and nothing is fine. Nothing is fine. Ben's Dad: Ben, I've been divorced three times. Why would you listen to me?
Yes, I do, and I won't say it for little Baby Ears over there, but it rhymes with "Shma-shmortion."
You're talking about prostitution.
You and your stupid pact. Save the fiction for your stories.
You were all in there talking about it?
Megan: You have to promise you'll come visit every weekend. Don: You're going to Broadway, not jail.
You never thought about it because you didn't expect me to make it. This is the way it works. Now you know.
Treatment? For the fucking government? You need treatment? You smoked dope, you're President of the United States! You did not need treatment!
You just think because you don't yell that you're not mean, but this is mean.
You're the one that got dressed up like a cholo on Easter to come to this party.
You know who I'd like to get pregnant, is that Felicity Huffman, man. Ever since Transamerica, I can't get her out of my mind.
Alison: You know what? Go fuck your fucking bong, you fuck! Ben: I will fuck my bong. Doggie style, for once.
Ben: You know, the best thing for a hangover is weed. Do you smoke... Do you smoke weed? Alison: Not really. Ben: You don't? Alison: No. Ben: At all? Like in the morning? Alison: No, I just don't. Ben: You know, it's like... It is like the best medicine. Because it fixes everything. Jonah broke his elbow on...
You're gonna be embarrassed when you realize I'm Wilmer Valderrama.
Alison: I'm pregnant. Ben: With emotion? Alison: With a baby. You're the father.
You know, I don't know how much longer I can restrain myself. Let me see 'em.
Well, thank you for a wonderful time. You're a hell of a gal.
Martin: You ever get so bored you just stare at your balls? Jonah: I bet you do, late John Lennon.
You know they say don't drink and drive? Don't drink and bone!
Rick: You know, I would have taken you anywhere. Peggy: Well, no one comes in here. The food's too bad. Rick: We're not actually gonna eat here, are we?
You really have no idea when things are good, do you?
Don: Come on. Peggy: I'm serious. Don: You're serious? Peggy: It wasn't easy. Don: Oh, I'm sure it wasn't. Well, good for you. Where are you going? Peggy: Cutler Gleason and Chaough. Don: Perfect.
You must be angry at the baby whenever it steals your food, huh? "Oh, it's mine, not yours." But, you know, because you're family, you got to share.
You look like Jabba the Hutt dying.
Dom: You work for Harry, right? Brian: Yeah. I just started. Dom: You were just fired.
You brave. You brave. They call me Hector. I got a last name, too, but I can't pronounce it.
You know, Edwin happens to know a few things. And one of the things Edwin knows is: It's not how you stand by your car it's how you race your car. You better learn that.
Dom: You're the last person in the world I expected to show up. Brian: I thought if I got in your good graces, you might let me keep my car. Dom: You are in my good graces, but you ain't keeping your car.
Yo, Einstein. Take it upstairs. You can't detail a car with the cover on.
You know you owe me a 10-second car, right?
Mia: You know, my brother likes you. He usually doesn't like anybody. Brian: He's a complicated guy. Mia: Yeah? What about you? Brian: I'm simpler. Mia: You're a shitty liar.
You need to get some sleep. And you definitely, definitely need a shower.
Queen Taramis: You're a barbarian. You live free in the world. You owe allegiance to no one. Is that not so? Conan: It is and it always will be.
You have nothing that I want.
You don't know what I'd be willing to give you if you help me.
You can bring back the dead?
You want that detective badge fast, kid. And you want to know something? The FBI can help, if you come through for us.
Brian: You should be going to MIT or something. Jesse: Yeah, right. No, I got that... What's it called? That attention disorder... Brian: ADD? Jesse: Yes, that shit. Yeah.
Reuben: You know what I think I'm gonna skip the scuba diving. Lisa: Reuben, no. You called eight hotels. They all said that this guy was the best. Reuben: I know, but you know how I am about boats, and I'm feeling a little queasy.
Lisa: You're gonna be fine, Reuben. Reuben: No, I'm not gonna be fine. I'm not gonna be fine at all.
Stan: Yeah, he started one of those high-tech, modem-scrotum, God only knows what they do companies anyway. Jesus Christ. They want to take the company public, and if he wants to remain the C.E.O. of a publicly held company, guess what he needs. Reuben: Life insurance. Stan: Bingo was his name.
Polly: You're Reuben Feffer, right? Reuben: Uh, yes. Polly: I'm Polly... Prince. We went to junior high or middle school or whatever it's called together.
Catering Manager: You have to walk around and pour wine. Polly: Mm-hmm. Catering Manager: Polly? Focus for one second, okay?
Sandy: You douche bags bring your A Game? Hairy Guy: What was that? Sandy: I'm just messing with you, sasquatch. Let's get it on.
You know what? You think maybe you could put your shirt back on?
Yes, can I get the number for a Polly Prince, please? Prince with a "P." Okay, great. And can I get the address as well?
Conan: You don't have to come. Zula: I will. Akiro: I will. Malak: I won't! I mean, what's in it for us? We're not some charitable institution! We're thieves!
Sandy: You know, I doubt it'll get this far, but if she turns out to be easier than I thought, there's something you need to know. Reuben: I'm not a virgin, Sandy. Sandy: No, not technically, but times have changed since you were last single.