Isabella Swan: Everyone's staring.
Edward Cullen: No, not that guy. Oh wait, he looked.
Nathan Wallace: I'm the monster. I'm the villain. What perfection. What precision! Keen incisions, I deliver. Unscathed organs, I deliver. Repossession, I deliver. I'm the Repo! Legal assassin!
Jonathan Carnahan: I hate mummies. They never play fair.
Driver: I envy you.
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.
Scott Percival: The door closed behind me.
Eli: I'm twelve. But I've been twelve for a long time.
Eric: What is scary about commitment is that your life becomes real. It is not a plan, it is not what you had hoped for - it is real.
Crissy Lynn: If he were any dumber, I'd have to water him.
Michael Carson: Don't be scared, mommy. He just wants to come play with us.
Edgar Frog: Let's get one thing straight, I hate fucking vampires.
Kristen: What are you thinking?
James Hoyt: Since we've been here, I haven't heard a dog bark... or a car pass. Nothing. Just us and them.
Johnny Rico: Situation, lieutenant.
Link Manion: Totally, ominously fucked up, sir.
Doctor Logan: Great. A driver without keys and a soldier without bullets. It must be my fucking birthday. What's with you two?
Bud Crain: You know what? It's complicated, okay, pal?
Sarah Bowman: How did you get here?
Doctor Logan: Taxi.
Bud Crain: Great. Well, you're nominated to go out and hail us another one.
Leann Cole: That's not my ringtone.
Lacey Belisle: Speed up, or I will blow a hole in you big enough to watch TV through.
Dr. Paul Faulkner: We see what we look at. But the way we see things is affected by what we know.
