You're already dead.
If I don't come back, and you get cornered, you might not wanna get taken alive.
Yeah, and I'll save the second to last one for you.
Yeah, I heard about your kind. Kind of hard to believe it's real.
You're picturing a violent sexual liaison between the two of us in a pointless attempt to shock me.
Your gang locks down the whole block.
...Your fucked-up head is gonna lose.
You fucking bitch! You sick fucking bitch!
Dredd: You're giving us two options. Defend or hide. Anderson: Yes, sir. Dredd: What about we attack.
You people are completely clueless. I mean, if I ran my pageant like this, we'd be holding it in someone's basement.
Anderson: Wrong answer? Dredd: You're the psychic.
You know, I've been fighting all my life against your type. The ones who think we're just a bunch of worthless airheads. You know who I mean. Feminists, intellectuals. Ugly women.
You get in my way, I will kill you. Do you understand?
You are so fucked.
You're going to do nothing.
You know, I don't appreciate your selfishness and immaturity when I'm working as hard as I am.
You know what? I am an FBI agent, all right? I'm not a performing monkey in heels.
You're also a person, and an incomplete one at that. In place of friends and relationships, you have sarcasm and a gun.
You have been warned.
You know what? I don't have relationships because I don't want them. And--and I don't have friends because I work 24-7.
Eric: You want to know why I picked you? Gracie: Lost a bet? Eric: Because you're smart. Because you don't take any crap from people. You're funny. You're easy to talk to when you're not armed.
Your room is in the Ricky Ricardo wing.
You must achieve a zen-like state. Listen to your breathing. Feel your heart beat. Think of the Dalai Lama.
Lex: You have a problem with a Judge. You know who he is? Ma: No. Lex: I do. One million.
Victor: Yes. Girl talk. Gracie: I-I'm sorry. I'm totally drawing a blank. Victor: Well, leg waxing, uh, fake orgasms, the inability of men to commit. Gracie: Well, why don't you go talk to her?
You were shit out of luck when you ran into the Ma Ma clan.
You got any last words, bitch?
You know what Mega City One is, Dredd? It's a fucking meat grinder.
You know what? I expected more of you.
Dredd: Ready? Anderson: Yeah. Dredd: You look ready.
You're a piece of work, Dredd. But then so am I.
You got no way out, Judge.
You know the only curse in this family is sitting right down there at the end of the table, your aunt Franny.
You can't afford to take the risk.
Yeah, you were thinking alright, you were just using the wrong head.
Yeah, he's just like my crabs.
You know, you're not worth the lotion I squirted on you.
You know what? I don't care what you do. You want to stay, stay. But as a private citizen. Turn in your badge and your gun.
Frank: You're a genius. Kathy: No, Frank. I'm just pissed off. Nobody fires me and gets away with it. The network wants a newer, hotter show. They're gonna get it.
You are truly unique. If I ever had a daughter, I imagine that she would be... something like you. Which is perhaps why I've never reproduced.
You miss again, you lose again.
Frank Drebin: You're Rocko's girl, and in my book that chapter's called "look but don't touch." Tanya Peters: I could have two lovers. Frank Drebin: Kinky. But I like my sex the way I play basketball, one on one and with as little dribbling as possible.
Dude: Yeah. Listen, Walter. I'm at my place. I need you to come pick me up. Walter: I can't drive, Dude. It's Erev shabbos. Dude: What? Walter: Erev shabbos. dude: What? Walter: Erev shabbos. I can't drive.
Yeah, yeah, I get it. Fuck off, Da Fino. And stay away from my special... From my fucking lady friend, man!
You threw out a ringer for a ringer.
You know, you've been blessed with a gift.
Your talent will emerge in time.
Yes. Wear the crown. Be the crown. You are the crown.
You know what? You're under arrest. Get in the car.
You know, when we get back to the city, after we write up our reports and you get all ugly again... I don't know. Maybe we can have dinner, you know?
You think I'm gorgeous. You wanna date me, love me and marry me.
I mean you figure I'm a little drunk, and you just want in real friendly while the money's still floating, huh?
Alright, you want some easy money, huh? Here's $105. That's one week's commissions.
Eddie: You want to take the whole thing? Then you'll get a crack at your easy money. Patron #1: I'll take a piece of that action. Patron #2: Me too.
Charlie: Quiet. Eddie: Yeah, like a church.
You looking for action?
Big John: You Eddie Felson? Eddie: Who's he?
Eddie: He's my partner. Big John: You well heeled, partner? Charlie: We got enough.
You got that wrong, mister. I am.
Okay I told you what I wanted about Minnesota Fats, you just go ahead and play him, friend.
You shoot a good stick.
You're a... You're Minnesota Fats, aren't you?
You like to gamble, Eddie?
You shoot big time pool, fats. I mean, that's what everybody says, you shoot big time pool.
You left enough.
You know, you shouldn't visit people so early in the morning.
You go sit in the corner. And think about what you've done.
Fats: Your shot. Eddie: You miss?
You don't leave much when you miss, do you, fat man?
You are now our prisoner, and you will be held hostage until such time as all of the air is transferred from your planet... to ours.
You expect every guy you meet to call you up?
Barf: Yeah, but wait, wait. You haven't seen what she looks like. Lone Starr: Oh, I know what she looks like. If you've seen one princess, you've seen them all.
Lone Starr: You want this hot-air machine? You carry it. Princess Vespa: You pick that up. Lone Starr: You pick that up. Princess Vespa: How dare you, you insolent peasant. Nobody talks to me that way. Nobody. Nobody!
You got a bet.
Margaret: You know why men are so lousy when it comes to taking care of babies? Dennis: They have better things to do. Margaret: Like what, play golf and drink beer? Dennis: No. Like hunting, having wars, driving cars, shaving, cleaning fish.
Gracie: You know, you got a really good shot at that insanity plea. Kathy: Yeah, well, I earned it, honey. 25 years of bitching beauty queens, and what do I get? Fired! They steal my life, they steal my beauty pageant.
You're the nicest old gal on the block.
Mrs. Wilson: Yeah take Dennis' suitcase up to the guest room, please. Mr. Wilson: He's got arms.
Dennis: You know why I'm not crying? 'Cause if I'm not gonna be around my mom and dad, the only other person I want to be around is you. Mr. Wilson: I can't tell you how deeply moved I am.
Dennis: You got everything figured out, don't you, Mr. Wilson? Mr. Wilson: Yeah, but I haven't figured out yet how to get my work done with you in the house. Dennis: That's a tough one.
You look beautiful, Fats.
You get back to bed, miss, and as for you, sex fiend--
Eddie: Fats look, I got about $200 here. You can't run out on me. Fats: You watch me.
You talk kinda funny.
You couldn't fire the fatherly feelings in me... Because they're not there. But that doesn't mean my feelings for you have gone cold. That'll never happen. You got all the love I have.
You know what you're doing to me? You're killing me inside. And don't eyeball me, man!
Allen: You learned to dance like that sarcastically? Terry: Yeah, I guess.
You know, because we're both in law enforcement. We both like women. But, hey, I got a weird sense of humor. I'm a sick puppy.
Allen: She said she needed my help to make sure that the dates went okay and that the guys paid her. She said she'd give me a percentage. Terry: Oh, my God. You were a pimp. Allen: What? God, no.
You're a pest. A menace. A selfish, spoiled little boy, and I've no use for you.
You took something from me that I can never get back. Something that means more to me than you ever will. You understand?
You can't have a conscience in the pimp game.
You talk or I beat you so it don't show no bruises.
You're running around with this crack-dealing drug addict?
You shouldn't jump in a river with handcuffs on, for gosh sakes!
You can tell everybody in the big house you've met our Dennis Mitchell.
You have to roll with the punches. You have to expect the unexpected.
Switchblade Sam: You can be my hostage. Dennis: Cool! I can only be your hostage till tomorrow.
Player: Hey, you're Eddie Felson, aren't you? Eddie: Who's he?
Aw man, you're way out of our league.
Eddie: You ought to a clinic and get some treatments. Sarah: I'm getting treatments right here.
You walk out on me like that... no good bye, no nothing, like a thief in the dark.
You still don't see, do you, Charlie? You are nothing but a small time, Charlie.
You can't leave unless I go with you, or I'll tell on you. So tough kitty paws. I'm going.
Terry: Exactly! You're a worthless piece of shit! Bob: Probably right, Terry. That's why I feel so sad all the time.
You think I don't know about this artsy-fartsy crap?
Yogurt: You heard of me? Lone Starr: Heard of you? Who hasn't heard of Yogurt? Princess Vespa: Yogurt the Wise.
Dot Matrix: Yogurt the All-Powerful. Barf: Yogurt the Magnificent. Yogurt: Please, please, don't make a fuss. I'm just plain Yogurt.
You were weak, scared, ass up, inflamed, crying.
Well, you're not a cop till your wife throws you out of the house, partner.
You're not going anywhere near that Prius, okay?
Dirty Mike: How do you know who we are? Allen: You left a note in that car. Terry: Police, shithead. Dirty Mike: He's a copper. We gotta go. Come on!
You listen to me, you Windsor knot-wearing monkey, you play squash with Ershon, right?
You borrow a little jacket, you go? You take your lunch 'cause you got big boy pants on? You got your big boy pants and your snack?
You wanna know why I'm so angry all the time? 'Cause the more I try and do right, the more I screw things up.
You told Charlie to lay down and die. Will you say that to me, too?
You waiting for me to cry?
You bum. You poolroom bum!
You know why Ershon was calling down to the lottery offices all those times? Because he was hooking up with the Powerball girl, the one on TV with all the numbered balls. Yeah. She filed a restraining order on him last week.
You being cute?
Bert Gordon: You got talent. Fast Eddie: So I got talent. So what beat me? Bert Gordon: Character.
Allen: Can't be. Mauch: You guys are getting transferred. Allen: What? Mauch: Traffic. Yeah, that's right.
Eddie: Oh yeah, sure, sure. Gordon: You're damn right I'm sure.
Mauch: You, you're gonna walk a beat downtown. You're gonna walk a beat downtown. It's done. No, no. It's done. Terry: Captain, what are you talking about?
Terry: You carry a rape whistle. Allen: This is real cop work. Terry: There is nothing about you that makes a man a man, okay?
You got no gun, no car, no wife, and now you got no partner. Leave me alone.
You turned my beautiful Prius into a nightmare!
Mauch: You gotta creep. Creep. Allen: Come on. You don't say "Creep-creep" unless you're quoting TLC.
You know what, kid? I think maybe you're a hustler.
Ya punk. You two bit punk. Come on. Pay up. 100 bucks.
You crazy? What are you doing, man?
Lone Starr: You can read it! Yogurt: No, I was just clearing my throat. Here, let me take a-- oh, yes, yes. Of course! Lone Starr: You understand it? Yogurt: Yes. Lone Starr: What's it say? Yogurt: I cannot tell you that now.
Allen: You, you tell your daughter... Mama Ramos: He said he'll always love you. And he's so happy that you're having his child.
You know, like anything can be great. Anything can be great. I don't care, bricklaying can be great if a guy knows.
Mauch: You know Danson and Highsmith were not good cops, right? Terry: Yeah, I guess we kind of knew that, but it's a drag. I mean, at a certain point, who's left to be a hero? Mauch: Not to be corny, maybe it's you guys.
You feel the roll of those balls. You don't have to look. You just know.
You make shots that nobody's ever made before, and you play that game the way nobody's ever played it before.
You're not a loser, eddie. You're a winner. Some men never get to feel that way about anything.
You know, someday, Sarah, you're going to settle down, and you're going to marry a college professor. You're going to write a great book...
Sarah: I love you. Eddie: You need the words? Sarah: Yes, I need them very much. If you ever say them I'll never let you take them back.
You name the place boss, I'll be there.
Allen: From everything I've heard, I understand you guys are the best at these types of investigations. Outside of Enron and AIG and Bernie Madoff, WorldCom, Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers. Beaman: Okay. Thank you. Thank you, Detective.
Eddie: You look very pretty. Sarah: I feel pretty.
Claire: You wanna get out of here? Deuce: Okay. I'm sorry. Claire: I mean, together.
You're hustling me, Eddie.
You've never stopped hustling me.
When you fell like coming back, you'll come back and you'll love me, and then you'll go away again.
Deuce: You're gonna pay me $500? Claire: No, honey. You pay me. Deuce: Oh, I get it. This is some kind of role reversal. I'll play along with this. Okay, 300, 400, 500. You're my hooker. No, seriously, where's my ten dollars?
You were waiting to get beat.
TJ: You know, Claire told me that Antoine's place was messed up, but I had no idea. Deuce: Claire? TJ: The hooker you ass-punched. Deuce: That was a misunderstanding.
You can almost smell the action and money! You know, I can feel it right down in the bottom of my shoes.
You own all the tomorrows because you buy them today, and you buy cheap.
Sarah: You bastard! Gordon: Look, Miss Ladybird. You're here on a rain check and I know it. You're hangin' on by your nails.
You got to be hard, Eddie.
You're Roman, Bert. You have to win them all.
Yeah, I sure got character now. I picked it up in a hotel room in Louisville.
You know, Antoine's got a bad temper. I remember once I dropped a cigar ash on his rug. He made me pick it up with my anus.
You a man-whore now. I'm so proud.
You owe me money!
You don't pay me? ...You're going to get your thumbs broken again. And your fingers.
You don't know what winning is, Bert. You're a loser. 'Cause you're dead inside.
And you can't live unless you make everything else dead around you!
Well, we'd better... You tell your boys they better kill me, Burt...
Deuce: Dear God. Fluisa: You ever parked your bicycle in an airplane hangar? Deuce: I'm sorry? Fluisa: You ever thrown a toothpick into a volcano? Deuce: What? Fluisa: Oh, nothing. Just making idle chitchat.
Rick: You got a better idea? Merle: Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we?
You're slipping, Rick.
You once said this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that.
You shouldn't be out here.
Carl: You should stop. Rick: Stop what? Carl: Being the leader.
You deserve a rest.
Sam Witwicky: You won't give me one day in college? Optimus Prime: I'm sorry, Sam, but the last fragment of the All Spark was stolen.
Carmen: You want to play him? Eddie: Me? Sure. Carmen: 20 a rack.
T.J.: You must have a magical "man-gina." Deuce: Huh? T.J.: "Man-gina." It's a professional term we man-whores use to describe our He-pussy.
You don't know what you're doing, do you?
You just blew 500 bucks. That kid, he has both arms in traction, he beats anybody in the room.
You don't know what to say, do you? Maybe I'm hustling you, maybe I'm not. You don't know, but you should know.
You ungrateful he-bitch.
You said you were gonna leave it alone.
You know they shot at us?
Andrea: You knew about this? Milton: I was informed this morning.
Andrea. You go to that prison, you stay there.