Hellboy: [Offering a beer.] Here. Drink up.
Abe Sapien: Oh, no, my body is a temple.
Hellboy: Well, now it's an amusement park.
[Seeing Beth's building badly damaged, leaning against another tower.]
Hud: Please tell me she lives on the ground floor.
Rob Hawkins: 37th.
Hud: Shit.
John Rambo: Live for nothing, or die for something.
Rex: Who's the youngling?
Ahsoka: I'm Master Skywalker's Padawan. The name's Ahsoka Tano.
Rex: Sir, I thought you said you'd never have a Padawan.
Anakin: There's been a mix-up. The youngling isn't with me.
Ahsoka: Stop calling me that! You're stuck with me, Skyguy.
[Rex starts chuckling.]
Anakin: What did you just call me?! Don't get snippy with me, little one! You know, I don't think you're even old enough to be a Padawan.
Ahsoka: Well, maybe I'm not. But Master Yoda thinks I am.
Anakin: Well, you're not with Master Yoda now. So if you're ready, you better start proving it. Captain Rex will show you how a little respect can go along the way.
Rex: Er ... Right. Come along, youngling.
Ahsoka: [through gritted teeth.] Padawan.
Hennessey: Okay cocksucker. Fuck with me, and we'll see who shits on the sidewalk.
Gloria: Found any water yet?
Moto Moto: No, just more diamonds and gold.
Charles Bronson: You don't want to be trapped inside with me sunshine. Inside, I'm somebody nobody wants to fuck with do you understand? I am Charlie Bronson, I am Britain's most violent prisoner.
Maxwell Smart: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
The Chief: I don't know. Were you thinking "Holy shit, holy shit! A swordfish almost went through my head"? If so, yes.
Camille: So, what's your interest in Greene?
James Bond: Among other things, he tried to kill a friend of mine.
Camille: A woman?
James Bond: Yes. But it's not what you think.
Camille: Your mother?
James Bond: She likes to think so.
Freya: If you truly believe that you write the tale of your life, then the end is up to you.
Cultist: Hey, Bat, when you're flying, what the city look like from up on high?
Batman: It looks dirty.
Jigsaw: Hello, Agent Strahm. If you're hearing this, then you've finally found what you've been looking for. But is the discovery of my body enough? Or will your insatiable hunger to uncover the truth push you deeper into the abyss? Heed my warning: do not proceed. For this room can either be you sanctuary, or it can be your grave. The choice is yours.
Agent Strahm: Fuck you.