![Jumanji picture](/images/titles/0-999/685_sm.jpg)
[Alan is explaining to Sarah why Van Pelt is chasing him.]
Sarah: Well, have you ever thought about sitting down and talking about your differences?
Alan: What are you, crazy? The man has a gun.
Sarah: Don't ever call me crazy, Alan. Ever. Because everyone in this town has been calling me crazy ever since I told the cops you were sucked into a board game.
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Marie Stahlbaum: Gosh, this is the most wonderful Christmas ever!
Fritz Stahlbaum: Look at all these presents! I didn’t think we were good enough this year to get all this!
Marie Stahlbaum: Well… you weren’t. But I make up for it.
Fritz Stahlbaum: Ha ha, Marie. Watch it or I’ll have my soldiers attack.
[Fritz fires a toy cannon.]
Marie Stahlbaum: Uh! I am just tooooo scared for words.
![The Prophecy picture](/images/titles/1000-1999/1023_sm.jpg)
Gabriel: Lucifer, sitting in your basement. Sulking after your breakup with The Boss. You're nothing. (01:28:46)
![Tall Tale picture](/images/titles/11000-11999/11682_sm.jpg)
Pecos Bill: I ought to plug you two right now, but I make it a rule never to kill a man on Sunday.
Zeb: Today's Wednesday.
![Problem Child 3: Junior in Love picture](/images/titles/6000-6999/6985_sm.jpg)
Junior Healy: I'm getting out.
Ben Healy: You can't just get out of a moving vehicle.
Junior Healy: Well anything's better than listening to this lecture.
![Candyman: Farewell to the Flesh picture](/images/titles/7000-7999/7003_sm.jpg)
Octavia Tarrant: Death is a return, you know. We leave life just like we came in.
Annie Tarrant: Alone?
Octavia Tarrant: Naked, blind, and covered in our own shit.
![The Indian In the Cupboard picture](/images/titles/4000-4999/4218_sm.jpg)
Little Bear: Good! I like danger. Do you like danger, Texas Man?
![The City of Lost Children picture](/images/titles/4000-4999/4259_sm.jpg)
Miette: When you're born in the gutter you end up in the port.
![Fluke picture](/images/titles/3000-3999/3647_sm.jpg)
Rumbo: Hey. Hey! What's going on?
Young Fluke: I guess I was dreaming.
Rumbo: You were what?
Young Fluke: Uh, dreaming. I was seeing pictures inside my head.
Rumbo: Pictures ain't got no business being inside your head. Next time you just growl and chase 'em away.
Young Fluke: Rumbo, have you always been a dog?
Rumbo: What you talkin' about? What else could I have been?
Young Fluke: I don't know. A human.
Rumbo: A two-legger? Me?