Hannah: Yes. She's a beauty. Bubbie: Ain't she a beauty?

Look, you do your job, I do mine, maybe we both walk outta here in one piece.

You want my blood? Take my blood! Come on! Here it is! Take it!

Bringuier: You are a Communist, are you not? Oswald: No, Mr. Bringuier. I am not a Communist. I'm a Marxist-Leninist.

You shouldn't let me see a priest because a priest is associated with death, and you don't want me thinking about death in my state, now, do you?

Gino: That's funny. That's a good one, Sonny. That's a good one. Arliss: You want we should whack a dog?

'Cause you think you can trust me? 'Cause you think you know what I'm gonna do, that I'm gonna give you time? Don't you fuckin' count on it.

Danny: You knew he was investigating the fraud. You lied! Niebaum: Fuck you! Danny: And then you killed him because he was gettin' too close.

Murdoch: You wouldn't tickle a fellow agent's underbelly. Michaels: No, sir. Murdoch: You don't see me tickling agent Cassavettes' underbelly, do you?

James: Yay! Yay! I get to deliver the mail. Gordon: Great.

You watch yourself up there, ok? Ok, boy? Go on. Get in.

You should try a new hat sometime, Isabelle. It might look good on you.

You're not taking those accounts away from me, are you?

You know O'Connors down in accounting? He's got a retarded kid. Insists on keeping him in the house, too. Nobody thinks a thing of that. Nobody blames him.

Gordon: Yeah. I gave him to you, remember? James: Cool. What's his name? Gordon: Spot. The dog's name's Spot.

You ought to take all that good, romantic energy that you have-- and it is good. It's creative and refreshing, and it won't go unappreciated on-- on the right woman.

You should have been a negotiator.

Gordon: Yo, Benny. What's goin' down? Benny: Oh, you know. Just on my 15-minute break. Gordon: Yeah? Benny: Yeah, but you know I don't back down from a challenge. Gordon: They calling you out? Benny: You got my back? Gordon: Let's get disgruntled.

You know what I mean. You just can't go up to a girl and fall on her. It isn't done.

You're kidding...

James: You're not trying hard enough. Gordon: Are you kidding? I mean, come on. Dog doesn't want to play. Dog's broken.

Cassavettes: You came here to talk about the dog? Murdoch: Of course! He's my partner! I miss him! We've never been apart this long.

Cop#2: You got some ID? Gordon: ID? I don't think so! Cop: Hey, don't get wise, buddy.

You think it's so small, my world? You think it's so provincial? You think it defines me. Is that it?

You're doing it all wrong. Come on, check it out. You gotta put a bunch of junk on it. Let me give you some style.

You lure me here for a quiet little evening, and suddenly, I feel as if I'm on one of those sadistic TV shows, where they parade skeletons in front of apoplectic guests.

Oh, your hair. It's going to take over the planet.

Well, I don't know how I'm gonna go anyplace when you got my passport and all my money.

Luke: You said it was an accident. Helga: A very unpleasant accident.

You can never be sure if it's a witch you are looking at or a kind lady.

You don't give a whoop what I do, but when I do it, you get sore.

Yeah, but, I wake up feeling crazy and thinking about Vera Miller.

Anton: You should thank me. Izzy: What for? Anton: For not calling you in the middle of the night.

Your granny has a very mild case of diabetes. It's nothing to worry about.

You think I get something for this? Not a penny. Not a dime. It's part of my job to know fashion.

Listen, Mary Mouse, when grandma gets better, we're going with her to a hotel by the ocean. You've never been to the ocean. Well I'll tell you, it's big.

Mr. Stinger: I'm sorry, madam, but I cannot permit mice in my hotel. Helga: How dare you say that when your rotten hotel is full of rats anyway?

Oscy: "Ok," he says. Boy, that's somethin'. You wouldn't know the first thing to do. Benjie: I would so!

You're dead, pal.

Oh, of course. You give money for the little children.

You're asking me to lower you into the jaws of death. You two can't take on the Grand High Witch.

Your son has suffered a mishap. He has been drastically altered.

You're, you're doomed, old woman! You're doomed forever!

Oh, mum. You always wanted me to lose weight. Well, look at me now!

You're a former prosecutor, conservative. We agree on nothing. But you're smarter than the Rhode Island D.A. If I can beat your arguments, I can destroy his.

Claus: You should also know that the drugs prescribed for me were taken by Sunny. Alan: That's a lot of drugs, Claus.

You're going to divorce your husband. A week later, you're accused of molesting your son.

You only got one person who believes in you. There's only one person you can trust-- your lawyer.

Look, you're my student. You- you- you have a choice. You don't- you don't have to do anything you don't want to. That is your choice.

Now we let them get away with that, rich people won't go to the cops anymore. You know what they're gonna do? They're gonna get their own lawyers to collect evidence.

Alan: You delivered, uh, drugs 6 times and didn't know it? David: Stupid, huh?

You think I'm scum, don't you? Blow it out your ass.

You want a witness to back me up? I'll get one. And, hey-- maybe I'll see you at the Celtics, huh?

Alan: She supplied Claus with Valium. Sarah: He had a gorgeous mistress and went with an ugly whore? Raj: You know there are some things even mistresses won't do.

Alan: Your mother's death wasn't recorded for 5 full days. Claus: True. Alan: Where were you during that time? Claus: In that flat.

Sunny: That must be better for you than what you've had to put up with. Claus: You're referring to the call girls.

Claus, you marry me for my money, then you demand to work. You're the prince of perversion. I mean what, are you trying to destroy our whole family?

Alan: You telling me she wanted you to let Sunny die? Claus: No, no, no, no, no. It was more, "everybody says Sunny's such an unhappy woman and has nothing to live for."

You realize the prosecution thinks you ground up the drugs so you could inject Sunny? And frankly, this- this nose drop business is pretty far-fetched.

You must confront this enemy head on, Gallantar. For your own sake, and for the sake of the Land of Erdreja!

You're a good man, Mert Rosenbloom.

You're smart, you're intrepid, you're funky. I was just so terrified of being hurt I couldn't admit it.

You don't know how nuts I was about tonight. I was off the ground. Nobody could talk to me. I made wrong change all day.

You-- You let me sleep so long on the couch, I-- I don't even know where I am.

I don't know what it is about going to high school with someone that makes you feel you're automatically friends for life.

You are some bigtime operator, Sammy. You'll dance with me at the wedding. I'll make some nice cakes, and you'll buy the schnapps.

Bubbie: You'll bring him with you next time you come? Izzy: I'll bring him with me next time I come.

Always an enemy, Steed. You just have to know where to look.

Steed: You're not someone who plays by the rules, doctor. Emma: Rules are made to be broken.

Steed: Must I go on calling you Dr. Peel? Peel: No, no. Under the circumstances, you may call me Mrs. Peel. Steed: Much better.

Peel: You mean I have to trust you? Steed: Absolutely, Mrs. Peel.

You're a lady of hidden talents, Mrs. Peel.

You take a swim, I'd have to take a swim. Is that fair?

You sick or something?

You can talk your way out of anything, can't you, Wally? You're good at that.

You know, I like good stuff. Maybe this is my lucky day.

You know, you make me shiver, Mildred. You always have.

You make love so nicely, Wally. You always have.

You're all wet.

You all know who I am, and I know all of you, but you cannot know one another.

You'd better run down there and apologize, or she won't play gin rummy with you anymore. It is gin rummy, isn't it?

Peel: Is that really what you think of me? Steed: Well, you're just my type, Mrs. Peel.

You will buy your weather from me and by God, you'll pay for it.

Claus: That's really all I can say. Alan: Yeah, but is it the truth? Claus: Of course.

Alan: You're a very strange man. Claus: You have no idea.

You see? "My lady is not diabetic." She is assuming the bag is Sunny's.

You are not God, you are a prosecutor. And Alabama cannot execute those Johnson kids before the supreme court rules!

Wish I didn't believe you. Y'know, it's very hard to trust someone you don't understand.

Your honors, you may not like Claus von Bulow. You may think he is guilty of something, but I am here to tell you he is innocent.

Claus: You have Brillhoffer's notes? Alan: Yes. Claus: Well? Alan: They're not what we hoped. Andrea: I knew it. Alan: They're much better.

Cashier: Anything else? Claus: Yes, a vial of insulin. Just kidding.

When you want me, you know where to find me.

Honest, Kay, I think you ought to take a little more pride in the way you look. You act like a peasant.

You'll care someday, miss smarty. Wait till you get interested in boys.

Now, you stop that, or you'll spoil your dinner.

Look, you might as well know it now, both of you. Your father and I have decided to separate.

You gonna need those shoelaces?

We know you're gonna strip-mine Hazzard.

Y'all do still share a bunk bed, right?

What, you some type of pimp?

What I wanna know is, what has strip-mining got to do with you payin' Billy Prickett to race tomorrow?

Rudy: You're the cop-killer, right? Jack: That obvious, huh? Rudy: TV, you know? Helps soothe an active mind.

Because you'd think by the 20th time, I would've found an alternative method. Or maybe a more effective one.

Jack: I'm fine. Dr. Lorenson: So you're okay? Jack: Ah, you tell me, doc. You think there's something wrong with me?

Dr. Lorenson: You're a little underweight. Jack: Maybe I'm working it off in my dreams.

You like magic, Luke?

You know, Steve, you're not very hard to figure. Only at times.

You know you don't have to act with me, Steve. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing.

Oh, quit. You're breaking my heart.

You mean you busted up?

You don't, by any chance, hear opportunity knocking, do you?

You've just joined the biggest army in the world, the great american institution that never gets mentioned on the Fourth of July. A grass widow with two children to support.

You can't shoot a guy for trying.

I have the feeling that when people find out about the $500 cash rebate on all Geo Storms and Geo Storm convertibles, that you're going to be even busier than I am.

Your government needs your help.

Bob: You understand what you'll be doing? Dave: Uh yeah. You just want me to wave. Bob: Wave from the door, come down the stairs, get into the limo.

Bill: You're a very handsome man. Dave: Thank you, Mr. President. Bill: Just get rid of the grin. You look like a schmuck.

Alan: Dave, the country is sick. Bob: And you're going to get it to the hospital.

Bob: The whole thing takes a couple of weeks, tops. Alan: You mean we get Dave to nominate you as Vice President. Bob: I was a senator, you know.

Well I must say, Mr. President, even for a man with a minor stroke, you seem to have made a remarkable recovery.

No signs of paralysis, no circulatory changes, your ECG is completely normal, and, uh, your blood pressure's even gone down.

Bob: Let's go over it again. You met a girl. You fell in love. Dave: And we're going away on a holiday. Bob: For a month.

What is this, huh? You're in the navy, man. You gotta look good, huh?

Duane: I can't say. Dave: You mean you don't know, or, uh, you can't say? Duane: I can't say.

Dave: So, uh, your job is to protect the President all the time. That's your whole job, right? Duane: Yes.

Bob: You scheduled a whole day with the First Lady? Alan: It's a homeless shelter. Bob: Oh, excuse me. Alan: It's gonna be great.

You think a sweater vest would look good on me?

Captain Adams: You're a sorry-looking sailor. Casey: That I am, sir. Thank you, sir.

You know very well that was not a works bill that you vetoed. That would have given those children homes.

And if you can find a way to cut $650 million from the federal budget, you can keep your lousy shelters.

Murray: You could get in so much trouble if they find out. Dave: With who? Murray: The government. Dave: I'm the government!

Murray: You got to cut the budget? Dave: Yeah. About $650 million.

Taylor: Petty officer Ryback. Casey: Ensign Taylor. Taylor: Sir. Casey: You don't have to "sir" me, Ensign Taylor. We're casual down here in the galley, you know.

Dave: Uh, the commerce department. Man: Yes, Mr. President? Dave: Uh, you're spending $47 million on an ad campaign to boost consumer confidence in the American auto industry.

You don't have a choice anymore. You've become a significant threat to the national security structure.

Jeff: Mrs. Mitchell? Ellen: What is it, Jeff? Jeff: You're not going to believe what your husband just did.

Be honest. Your only chance is to come up with a case. Something. Anything.

Bob: I'm going to kill him. Alan: You can't kill the President. Bob: He's not a President. He's an ordinary person.

Now, your actions are grossly insubordinate.

You make this little deal with yourself that you can put up with all the other women and you can even do without a life and ...

Ellen: You can even do without children and because you believe in what you're doing and you think... Dave: You thought you had a chance to help people.

You're going to knock the captain off his feet. You're beautiful.

Ellen: This is good. What's in it? Dave: That's a secret. Ellen: You have a lot of secrets.

Ellen: So, what do you do the rest of the time? Dave: You mean when I'm not running the country? Ellen: Mm-hmm. Dave: I run a temp agency.

Ellen: You mean you find people jobs? Dave: Yes. Is that funny? Ellen: It's just more than most people do around here.

You little E-1 prick.

Nash: Ryback, you got a fire in here. Casey: Get my pies out of the oven.

You got shit for brains, private!

You got to be invisible.

If you walk by a hatch and you see the enemy, you become the hatch.

You wouldn't be on this battleship if it wasn't for me.

Krill: Are you an idiot? Doumer: You're calling me an idiot? Krill: Yeah, I'm calling you an idiot.

Jordan: You're not a cook. Casey: Yeah, well, I also cook.

You want to experiment on it, is that it?

You don't think Cooper pushed that poor banker too hard, do you? We don't want to lose him.

Your part of the company alone will be worth nearly $1 million.

Sorry, sir. You can court-martial me if I live, sir.

You mean Tammy?

Pete: You don't care that I want you. Trudy: I've taken note of your efforts.

You really think blowing up a bunch of innocent people is going to change anything?

You and I, we're the same.

You're gonna be sorry when this is over.

You've given up on me at exactly the wrong time.

You oughta get cats. They're a lower-maintenance pet.

Yell if you need help with the zipper.

You take my breath away.

Mildred: You make me feel... Oh, I don't know, warm. Monte: Wanted. Beautiful. Mildred: Yes.

You're now vice president in charge of the potatoes.

You don't call a press conference. I call a press conference. You're nothing. Do you understand? You're nobody.

You're lint! You're a flea! You're a blip!

Maybe I am. But you're fired.

It's about looking in the mirror and knowing that you've done something valuable with your day.

You don't really know how much you can do until you stand up and decide to try.

This is the definition of modern leadership. You set out a bold goal, and you don't say how you're going to get there.

But, you see, that's not the whole story. I think each one of you is entitled to the whole truth.

You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets. You do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know it.

You know that next week I'm gonna come back and he's just give me another ten "Hail Marys" and another ten "Our Fathers" and... I mean, you know how I feel about that shit.

Infinite. Ya don't fuck around with the infinite. There's no way you do that.

Michael: Hey, Charlie, you're crazy. Charlie: The priest taught me this. Michael: Terrific. You know any other tricks? Charlie: Yeah, but I'll show 'em to ya when I learn this one.

You're makin' me look bad, Charlie. In front of the girls over here.

And I say, "Hey Frankie, come on. You know, uh, you know, give me a break over here. Let me win some back. You know, I got debts. I'm in a big hole." He says, "Never mind, give me the money." I say, "Okay, Frankie."

Hey, Tony, you think maybe you could put this on the tab... because, uh, somethin' happened before, you know? And you'd be- you'd be doin' me a favor, you know?

You guys better enjoy yourselves. It's costin' me a lot of money.

You wimp chicken, let's go! Hit it! Push it!

Jimmy: You can't call me a mook. Joey: I can't? Jimmy: No!

You can't break something that's already broken.

Jackie: You got somewhere you need to go? Jack: I'm not sure.

You'll die of cold, and then I'll have to feel guilty. And I've already got more guilt than I know what to do with.

You have a BMW. Act like it.

They need your meatloaf down at the river. Levee's got a hole in it, your meatloaf's the only thing that can stop it up for a year.

However, you should know the DA is only interested in McNabb... You two could make a deal with him.

You waitin' for 'em to kill me?

You're a pathetic son of a bitch!

Mandy: You all got some ice? John: Sure. Help yourself.

Joe: You're not a lawyer, are you? John: No, no, no, no. Joe: Good, 'cause they're the scum of the earth, lawyers, and I should know, being an ex-barrister myself.

You play polo, go yachting, are an excellent hunter, and are seen with the most attractive debutantes in California.

You've had your tough breaks, but you're on your way now.

You'll go to school, shopping, spend some time with teenagers. It's what you're supposed to be doing. Give it a try.

Do you know what? With a little tweaking, you could be adorable.

You're just jealous! You're so insecure, it's unbelievable!