Barbie: [in tears] I'm not pretty anymore.
Narrator: Note to filmmakers - Margot Robbie is not the actress to get this point across.
M.O.D.O.K.: My name is Darren, and I am not a dick!
Drax: We'll kill anyone who gets in our way.
Peter Quill: No, not kill anyone.
Drax: Kill a few people.
Peter Quill: Kill no people.
Drax: Kill one guy. One stupid guy who no-one loves.
Peter Quill: Now you're just making it sad.
Princess Peach: There's a huge universe out there. With a lot of galaxies. They're all counting on us.
Sadie Rhodes: Cole! Are you comfortable?
Isabel: I really value when people use violence for me, it's actually one of my love languages.
Midge Campbell: We're just two catastrophically wounded people who don't express the depths of our pain because...we don't want to.
Hespera: Children stole the power of ALL the gods! This is very personal, Billy.
Zahra Bankston: And as for you, Little Lord Fuckleroy, you get your ass back to merry old England right now. I want you chewing on a goddamn crumpet by sunset. And if anyone sees you leave this hotel, I will Brexit your head from your body. You got me?
Angus Tully: I thought all of the Nazis had left for Argentina.
Jamie Hughes: My mom never got a note in her locker in 1987. You wrote it after she died. Why would you do this?
Chris Dubasage: Continue the story. It's hard to sustain interest in three kills 35 years ago. But now the Sweet 16 Killer's back, and he's a bogeyman. He could be anywhere at any time. Can't be killed. He's Michael fucking Myers!
Sharon: May you always love each other as you do today. I now pronounce you not husband and wife.
Bianca: You've been stress grape gathering all night!
Gracie: I don't think we have enough hot dogs.
Stottlemeyer: I figured I'd hang out long enough to help you nail the son of a bitch. Thats what we do, right?
Adrian Monk: It's what we do.
Peter Pan: For to die, would be an awfully big adventure.