
Charlie Prince: For a one-leg rancher... He's one tough son of a bitch.

Eddie Brock: It's Brock, sir. Edward Brock Jr. I come before you today, humbled and humiliated, to ask you for just one thing. I want you to kill Peter Parker.

Dolores Umbridge: What? Do something! Tell them I mean no harm!
Harry Potter: I'm sorry Professor. I must not tell lies.

Leah: Yo Yo Yiggady Yo.
Juno MacGuff: I'm pregnant.
Leah: What? Honest to blog? Are you sure it's not a food baby? Did you eat a big lunch?
Juno MacGuff: This is not a food baby all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I'm forshizz up the spout.
Leah: How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests?
Juno MacGuff: T don't know, I drank like, ten gallons of Sunny D... I'm telling you I'm pregnant and you're acting shockingly caviler.
Leah: Is this for real?
Juno MacGuff: Unfortunately, yes.
Leah: Oh my GOD. Shit! Phuket, Thailand!

Walter Sparrow: I could have died there on the street, but that wouldn't have been justice. At least not the justice fathers teach their sons.

Artie: Did you say you were looking for Arthur?
Puss in Boots: That information is on a need to know basis.
Donkey: It's top secret. Hushity-hush.

Matt Farrell: You just killed a helicopter with a car!
John McClane: I was out of bullets.

Wendell: We goin' in?
Ed Tom Bell: Gun out and up.
[Wendell takes his gun out.]
Wendell: What about yours?
Ed Tom Bell: I'm hidin' behind you.

Chuck Levine: Going in alive.
Larry Valentine: Coming out the same way.

Nick Persons: You're the local real estate guy.
Chuck Mitchell, Jr.: I'm also the local contractor.