Best movie quotes of 2012

Byron: The people come here, Michael, to look for aliens, ghosts, and cults, and gateways to hell, secret military bases looking into other dimensions. I think, if there is something, it is not none of these things - or perhaps all of them.

Sean: Told you it'd work.
Hank: You were right. I can't believe we made it.
Sean: It's Jules Verne, man. You gotta believe.

Alain van Versch: Twenty-seven bones in a human hand. Certain monkeys have more. Gorillas, 32. Five in each thumb. A man has 27. You break a hand, you break a leg... after a while calcium joins it back together. It may even end up stronger than before. But break a bone in your hand and you'll see it never heals. You'll remember it at each fight, with every punch. You'll be careful. But one day... the pain will come back. Like needles. Like broken glass.

Jane Harmon: God, I am so sick of these arrogant jag weeds! They're big, stupid mouths and they're tiny little penises.

John McCain: I hate it when there's leaking and backstabbing after a campaign, let alone before it's fucking over.

Deputy Fallon: Bring me my legs.

Armando: Let him die. He's missing a hand anyway.

Unteroffizier Josef Schwartz: Are we going home now?
Leutnant Horst Schopis: Yes, we're going home now.

Vincent: You are part of that evil.

Doc: I can't do what I said I would do. Mercy is a one-saying, mercy.
Claphands: Finish this.

Mike Martingano: I have, like, $13,000 saved.
Paige: Wow. That's a lot of ones.
Mike Martingano: There are some fives in there.
Paige: Oh, ok. No twenties?
Mike Martingano: Oh, you don't wanna know what I have to do for twenties.

Andrew Scott: From this moment on, you are no longer a slave to the government. From this moment on, your mind is your own. From this moment on, you will seek vengeance from your oppressors. Freedom is yours.

Malo: How you doing? I'm the new guy.
Joey: Hi, new guy. I'm sure you're really nice, but I don't fuck cops.
Malo: I just got here. Starting rumors about me already?
Joey: What, you're not a cop?
Malo: No, I'm not a nice guy.

Wilf Bond: I read somewhere that the average man thinks of sex every seven seconds.
Reginald Paget: Do you?
Wilf Bond: I wish, it was only every seven seconds.

Gus: Lita, I love you. And I don't want to lose you. Marry me.
Lita: What? Oh, my God. You're proposing to me in some fleabag motel
in the middle of West Virginia? Gus, come on.
Gus: It's the thought that counts.

James Bonomo: What are we, fucking Vikings?

Walter Ross: In most cases, officers get tactical partners. Langley sets me up with some sort of scrabble hustler.
Lisa Morales: Scrabble Yoda, OK? Get it right.

Greg Heffley: I can't believe it's so crowded here. Maybe we should come back.
Rodrick Heffley: How about never? Does never sound good?

Brit: Just pretend it's a video game. Like you're in a fucking movie.

Adam Carlson: I think Barrow might have one great story left in her.