
Nick Wilde: It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

Joe Dixon: There are a whole bunch of Negros coming this way. And we're looking like a big ol' bucket of fried chicken.

Dr. Franks: You had an injury to your head. You got hurt, right? When you were young? Do you remember how it happened?
Jericho Stewart: Yeah. My mother told my daddy that he wasn't my daddy. So he called her a whore and throw... me out the car window.

Arthur Bishop: Tell your principal it never pays to fuck with the dead.

William: We are honored, to be honored.
Tovar: Is that the best you've got?

Rachel: I don't want my boy to get lynched. Or beat. I want him to go to a school. I don't want him to drop his eyes every time a white man walk by. I don't want him to be a "boy" no more once he turn into a man.

Clyne: I think you're reaching.
Fran Madison: Our business requires us to make suppositions.
Clyne: My business requires us to prove them. Your technician's job is to find glitches, so, he sees glitches. Your job is to find the enemy, so, you see the enemy. Locals believe in spirits, so they see spirits. Everyone is biased in one way or another. So, my answer to you right now is that we lack data to support any theory.

Sheriff: Who the hell are you?
Jack Reacher: The guy you didn't count on.

Sam Larson: If I go in there, I'm am gonna get murdered in the face.

John Clayton: Your son killed the only person who ever cared about me.
Chief Mbonga: It was an animal.
John Clayton: She was my mother.
Chief Mbonga: How was he to know? My son was just a boy! Not like you! Where was your honor?
John Clayton: I... I had none. I had none.

Elizabeth Bennet: Your abilities as a warrior are beyond reproach, Mr. Darcy. If only you were as good a friend.

Apocalypse: All is revealed.

Bruce Wayne: All these years, and I don't know who he is any more than he knows who I am.
Alfred: Are you sure of that?
Bruce Wayne: What do you mean?
Alfred: I mean... Don't underestimate him.