Steve Jobs: Voicing an objection would've been a step in the right direction.
Claire Peterson: Go fuck yourself.
Noah Sandborn: I'd rather fuck you.
Dr. Bennet Omalu: Cyril, I can not go back to Nigeria. Everything that I am is here. My child has got to be born in America.
Dr. Cyril Wecht: Don't worry, I'll get you a job. Hey, you can work with me in the prison laundry.
Maria Altmann: If I'm going back, I might as well do it in style.
Mrs. Munro: Your dad hated what he did for a living. Mechanic in a garage, like his dad before him. When he got called up, he said to me, "My love, I'll not spend this war "underneath the oil pan of some toff's jeep. "I'm gonna put in for the RAF." So he did. He trained. Scored high marks, got assigned to a Bristol Blenheim, Mark IV. Blown out of the sky. First time up. All his mates who worked the motor pool came home without a scratch.
Quentin Jacobsen: Interesting capitalization.
Margo: Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.
Violet Miller: You want me to respect the law? Then make the law respectable.
Old Thomas Nickerson: Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.
Carson Welch: The future isn't just something that happens. It's a brutal force with a great sense of humor that will steamroll you if you're not watching.
Officer Flynn: You threatening me, Bulger?
Whitey Bulger: The last thing I would do if I was planning to harm you was to warn you in advance, you dumb fuck.
Officer Flynn: You better watch yourself, Bulger.
Whitey Bulger: You better fuck yourself, Flynn.
Lily: You're the ogre.
Adam Jones: Yes. But I bake great cakes.
Maya Blart: Look, Dad, you're going to have to get use to the idea that I'm a big girl now.
Paul Blart: Ok, first of all, we're all big. We're Blarts. Wide hips, thick ankles, and a low center of gravity. That's how the good Lord made us. That's why we're no good at running hurdles. Never will be.