Richard Fish: One of the keys to life: the fast-forward. Every movie has its lousy parts, the trick is, fast-forward through them. See as time passes, you look back and say 'Huh. That little adultery thing. Oh that.' You fast-forward to then right now...and you're over it.
Ruggiero: Leonardo never would have married you. What idiot gall of you to claim his hand. Though I do see why all you crave is love. But you've never gotten it, and you'll never get it. Not because you're not pretty. Well, not just because you're not pretty. But because you're a pathetic, self-centered prude. Look at how everyone in the villa despises you. And I'm sure much was the same in Firenze. Every man that met you saw instantly what a slim-hipped, clenching little shrew you are and ran. So in answer to your... proposal, I would rather fuck a thornbush than fuck your dry, desperate body. I'd rather rot in this room until the plague takes us all than get one inch closer to you. My answer is no. You've got your answer. Now leave. I'm too sick of your drooping face to argue the point further.
Archer: Introspection is the enemy of happiness. So, my advice is, don't. Always worked for me. Lana: Has it though? Archer: I don't know - that's the beauty.
Kate: You wouldn't have a problem if this was your daughter? Jack: She's not my daughter! Kate: She's someone's daughter. Jack: Every woman I've ever had sex with was someone's daughter, it's never stopped me from playing daddy. Kate: Urgh. Jack: I think that might have come out wrong. Kate: OK, if your daughter was a stripper. Jack: Why is my daughter a stripper?! Kate: Ah, so you would mind! Jack: What if your son...was a rapist? Kate: How is that relevant?! Jack: You started it. Kate: I want you to acknowledge how you'd feel if your daughter made her living by having men leering at her. Jack: OK, how would you feel if your rapist son attacked my stripper daughter, threw acid in her face, she's disfigured for life, can't even work! Kate: I wouldn't defend him. Jack: Your own son?! Some mother you'd be.
Mal: [Standing over defeated opponent] Mercy is the mark of a great man. [Stabs him]. I guess I'm just a good man. [Stabs him again] Well...I'm all right.
Kaylee: Everyone's got somebody. Wash, tell me I'm pretty. Wash: Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion. Kaylee: 'Cause I'm pretty? Wash: 'Cause you're pretty.
Mal: I know it's a difficult mission, but you and I...have to get it on. Zoe: I understand. We have no choice. Take me sir, take me hard. Jayne: Now something about that is just downright unsettling.
[Mal and Zoe awkwardly lean in towards a kiss]. Wash: [dragging Zoe away] We'll be in our bunk.
Shawn: Hey, Fishfry, who's the crazy guy?
Randall: That's James Earl Craig. Shawn: That's the voice of Darth Vader? Gus: That's James Earl Jones. Shawn: May the force be with you. Gus: That's Sir Alec Guinness. Shawn: Huh. I gotta see that flick again.
Shawn: Rough day for you, man, no way around that. Girl you're dating turns out to be your sister...who killed your father. Who killed your mother, and was sleeping with your ex girlfriend. Gus: And Shawn punched you in the face. Shawn: Yeah, there's that, too.
Charlie: All right, fine. I voluntarily stepped in the dog shit so that I would smell of dog shit. Happy? Dennis: Less happy! Dee: Why would it make me happy?! Charlie: I was trying to cover up the smell of the skunk that I let spray me so that there would be no questions. Dennis: Well, now I have more questions! Dee: Of course you do.
Jake: Captain, allow me to introduce you to major East Coast arms dealer Dan "Daniel" Valdano. That's right, his nickname is longer than his actual name. Why's that, Terry?
Terry: 'Cause he's a dick.
Rick: Will you fix your marriage or get a divorce already?! Jerry: Well, we tried a couples therapist. Rick: That's earth therapy. You might as well ask a horse to fix a merry-go-round. I mean he'll try his best, but mostly he's just gonna get horrified.
Mortician: Do you wish to exhume all the plots?
Raylan: Just the two, my parents.
Mortician: How about the manner in which they were buried?
Raylan: I wasn't around, but I guarantee he put her in the cheapest piece of shit available.
Mortician: And him?
Raylan: I put him in the cheapest piece of shit available.
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