Best movie quotes of 2007

Billy: Let's carve a scary face this time.

Trina: I'm sure she's fine.
Angela: Trick, was anybody talking to you?
Trina: Trick?
Angela: Yes, trick. As in slut, whore, tramp. You don't know your name?

Jane F.: It's really bright out, officer.
Officer Jones: Would you mind removing your hand from your forehead?
Jane F.: It's really bright out.

Alison Scott: I'm pregnant.
Ben Stone: Fuck off.
Alison Scott: What?
Ben Stone: What?

Stuart: Isn't it bad luck to toast with water?
Todd: Yeah. Bad luck for whoever meets us today.

Aurora: Seeing is not believing. It's the other way around. Believe, and you will see.

Sylvester: Payback's a bitch, ain't it?
Zeke: I'll see you at Nationals.
Sylvester: Yes you will.

Jack Conrad: You know, I don't know who you are, and I don't care. But I don't play games.
Ian Breckel: You don't have to win... but everbody plays.

Dallas: GET to THE chopper .

Edward Cole: As something of an expert in diseases, I believe more people die from visitors than diseases.

Feng: Ladies and Gentlemen. Athletes. I bid you Toodles.

Detective Inspector Black: Do you want to know my opinion of the newspapers?
Andrew Wyke: What?
Detective Inspector Black: Journalists are a bunch of prick-teasing cocksuckers.
Andrew Wyke: No.
Detective Inspector Black: That's right.
Andrew Wyke: I'm sorry, but isn't that a contradiction in terms?
Andrew Wyke: Is it?

Ralf Coleman: Then you tell me what you'd call a man who's stupid enough to piss off a maniac with a fucking loaded gun?
Bob Maconel: I'd call him a maniac with his own fucking loaded gun.

Sandra: Tea can do many things, Jane, but it can't bring back the dead.

Cam Wexler: Shit! Shit shit shit... pardon my French.
Charlie: I speak a little French and that sounded like "shit."

Billy Darly: Look at you. You look like one of us. Look what I made you.

Rudi van der Merwe: First you listen to your heart, then you listen to your head, and then your wife will tell you what to do.

Tom Lefroy: Was I deficient in rapture?
Jane Austen: Inconsciousness.
Tom Lefroy: It was... It was accomplished.
Jane Austen: It was ironic.

Dean Solomon: So... you're a janitor?
James: That's right. I'm a black man so I must be a janitor. Motherfucking racist-ass stereotyper.
Dean Solomon: It's just, you're... wearing a janitor's outfit.
James: Oh. So a black man can't just go in a thrift shop and buy a janitor's outfit 'cause he find it comfortable on his nuts.
Dean Solomon: No, he can. Especially a black man.
John Solomon: What do you do?
James: I'm a janitor.

Sylvia Likens: She sacrificed me to protect her children, and she sacrificed her children to protect herself.