Red Eye (2005)
[after the bomb incident at Lux Atlantic]
Marianne Taylor: Lisa! Do you have any idea what we've been through? First, there was no reservation.
[smiles forcedly at Cynthia]
Marianne Taylor: Then, our ceiling exploded. I got chunks of plaster all over me. I could get asthma.
Lisa Reisert: I'm so sorry, Mrs. Taylor. Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?
Marianne Taylor: Yes. Start by cleaning house. Get rid of her. She is completely useless.
Bob Taylor: Absolutely. And cheeky, too.
Lisa Reisert: I see. Well...
[she looks over at Cynthia, then to the Taylors]
Lisa Reisert: Here's what you can do. You can fill out a comment card at our front desk.
Marianne Taylor: A comment card?
[indignantly to Bob]
Marianne Taylor: She asked us to fill out a comment card.
Bob Taylor: You want us to fill out a comment card?
Lisa Reisert: Yes, I do. And after you've finished, you can go ahead and just shove it up your ass.
[both Taylors are struck dumb by this sentence]
Cynthia: Yeah.
[as she walks away with Lisa, arm in arm]
Cynthia: You are so my hero.
Lisa Reisert: Let's open the bar.
Cynthia: Champagne?
Lisa Reisert: Oh, anything but a bay breeze.
Full Metal Jacket
Tonight, you men will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a name because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger banging ol' Mary J. Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful.
Gunnery Sargeant Hartman - R. Lee Ermey.
Withnail & I
(Reading graffiti on the wall) I fuck arses. Who fucks arses ? Maybe HE fucks arses !
Aliens
Ripley: Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire?
Gorman: 10 millimetre explosive tip, caseless. Standard light armour piercing round. Why?.
Ripley: Well look where your team is. They're right under the primary heat exchanges.
Gorman: So?
Ripley: So...if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling systems?
Burke: Whoa ho ho...yeah she's absolutely right.
Gorman: So? So what?
Burke: Look, this whole station is basically a big fusion reactor right? So she's talking about a thermonuclear explosion and Adios Muchachos.
Gorman: Oh great. Wonderful! Shit! [Talking with the inter-communicator] Look...Uh...Apone. Look we can't have any firing in there. I uh...want you to collect magazines from everybody.
Hudson: Is he fucking crazy.
Frost: What the hell are we supposed to use man? Harsh Language?
Exit Wounds (2001)
T.K. Johnson: By the end of the night you just might...
[T.K. sees Orin enter]
T.K. Johnson: Fuck me!
Static Waitress: Dang! Now you talking.
Latrell Walker: I believe er, that you two already met?
[T.K. Johnson, who taking a sip of vodka, coughs it up after turning around to see Orin]
T.K. Johnson: The hell you doin here man! [Orin doesn't answer, just stares at T.K.] Oh, you want another ass-whoppin', hun [Orin just keeps on looking at T.K.] Oh no, I'm just joking, Dawg!! I got the grill downstairs, I can send somebody to get it if you want it...[trails off]
Transformers (2007)
Glen Whitmann: Okay, Maggie, look. Let me break it down to you, how it's gonna happen. They gonna come through that door, they're gonna play good cop, bad cop. Don't fall for that, alright?
[Maggie rubs her head]
Glen Whitmann: That's why I ate their food. See, they put the plate of donuts out here to test your guilt. If you don't touch it, you're guilty!
[exhibits empty plate]
Glen Whitmann: I ate the whole plate. The WHOLE plate. So, me and you: they walk through that door, you don't say nothing.
[Agents enter the room, and Glen is calm up to the point an agent places his briefcase on the table... ]
Glen Whitmann: [pointing to Maggie] It was her! She did it! She did it! She's the one you want!
Maggie Madsen: Glen!
Glen Whitmann: Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me criminal!
[burps]
Glen Whitmann: Woah, sugar rush.
The Adjustment Bureau (2011)
David Norris: What ever happened to Free Will?
Thompson: We actually tried Free Will before. After taking you from hunting and gathering to the height of the Roman Empire we stepped back to see how you'd do on your own. You gave us the Dark Ages for five centuries... until finally we decided we should come back in. The Chairman thought maybe we just needed to do a better job of teaching you how to ride a bike before taking the training wheels off again. So we gave you the Renaissance, the Enlightenment, the Scientific Revolution. For six hundred years we taught you to control your impulses with reason, then in 1910 we stepped back. Within fifty years, you'd brought us World War I, the Depression, Fascism, the Holocaust and capped it off by bringing the entire planet to the brink of destruction in the Cuban Missile Crisis. At that point a decision was taken to step back in again before you did something that even we couldn't fix. You don't have free will, David. You have the appearance of free will.
"Jenkins! Chap with the wings - five rounds rapid!"
Trainspotting
[Renton goes to Mikey Forrester to buy a final shot of heroin, Forrester hands him suppositories]
Renton [Narrating] This was typical of Mikey Forrester. In the normal run of things, I would have nothing to do with the cunt. But this was not the normal run of things.
Renton: What the fuck are these?
Mikey Forrester: Opium Suppositories. Ideal for your purposes. Slow release. Bring you down gradual. Custom fucking designed for your needs.
Renton: I want a fucking big hit!
Mikey Forrester: That's all I've got matey, take it or leave it.
[Renton considers this and eventually takes the opium suppositories and inserts them]
Mikey Forrester: Aye, you feel better the now, right?
Renton: Oh yeah, for all the good they've done me, I might as well have stuck them up my arse!
Renton: Ewan Mcgregor
Mikey Forrester: Irvine Welsh.
Goodfellas
Henry Hill: You're a pistol! You're really funny, You're really funny.
Tommy Devito: What do you mean I'm funny?
Henry: It's funny, you know it's a good story, it's funny, you're a funny guy!
Tommy: [Dangerously] What do you mean? You mean the way I talk? What?
[Everyone becomes quiet]
Henry: It's just, you know, you're just funny. It's funny the way you tell the story and everything.
Tommy: Funny how? I mean what's funny about it?
Anthony Stabile: Tommy, no, you got it all wrong -
Tommy: Oh no, Anthony. He's a big boy, he knows what he said [To Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?
Henry: Just-
Tommy: What?
Henry: Just, ya know, you're funny.
Tommy: You mean, let me understand this, cause ya know maybe its me, I'm a little fucked up maybe, but funny how? I mean funny like a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to fucking amuse you? What do you mean funny?
Henry: Just...You know, how you tell the story y'know - what?
Tommy: No, no, I don't know. You said it! How do I know? You said I'm funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me? Tell me, tell me what's funny?
[Everyone laughs]
Henry: Get the fuck out of here Tommy!
Tommy: Ya motherfucker! I almost had him! You stuttering prick you! Frankie was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes Henry. You may fold under questioning.