Quotes from Tom Cruise movies and TV shows - page 3 of 9

Wayne Tarrance: How about you get down on your knees and kiss my ass for not indicting you as a co-conspirator right now, you chickenshit little Harvard cocksucker?
Mitch McDeere: I haven't done anything, and you know it.
Wayne Tarrance: Who gives a fuck? I'm a federal agent! You know what that means, you lowlife motherfucker? It means you've got no rights, your life is mine! I could kick your teeth down your throat and yank 'em out your asshole, and I'm not even violating your civil rights.

Avery Tolar: Do you think l'm talking about breaking the law?
Mitch McDeere: No, I'm just trying to figure out how far you want it bent.
Avery Tolar: As far as you can without breaking it.

Mitch McDeere: Are you saying my life is in danger?
Denton Voyles: I am saying that your life as you know it is over.

Mitch McDeere: What led you to law school?
Avery Tolar: It's so far back I don't think I can remember.
Mitch McDeere: Sure you can, Counsellor.
Avery Tolar: I used to caddy for lawyers and their wives on summer weekends. I looked at those long tan legs and just knew I had to be a lawyer. The wives had long tan legs, too.

Mitch McDeere: Did I lose you?
Abby McDeere: You look tired.
Mitch McDeere: Did I?
Abby McDeere: I've loved you all my life. Even before we met. Part of it wasn't even you. It was just a promise of you. But these last days... You kept your promise. How could you lose me?

Lestat: Listen, Louis. There's life in these old hands still. Not quite Furioso. Moderato? Cantabile, perhaps.
Claudia: How can it be?
Lestat: Ask the alligator. His blood helped. Then on a diet of the blood of snakes, toads, and all the putrid life of the Mississippi, slowly, Lestat became something like himself again. Claudia... You've been a very, very, naughty little girl.

Lestat: Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

Lestat: Claudia. You've been a very, very naughty little girl.

Lestat: For you, Louis. You can pretend it's wine.

Lestat: Oh Louis, Louis. Still whining, Louis. Have you heard enough? I've had to listen to that for centuries.

Lestat: It's your coffin, my love. Enjoy it. Most of us never get to know what it feels like.
Louis: Why do you do this?
Lestat: I like to do it. I enjoy it. Take your aesthete's taste to purer things, kill them swiftly, if you will, but do it. For do not doubt: you are a killer, Louis.

Lestat: Lord, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood.
Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?
Lestat: Their democratic flavor doesn't suit my palate, Louis.

Lestat: It's so easy you almost feel sorry for them. You'll get used to killing. Just forget about that mortal coil. You'll become accustomed to it, all too quickly.

Lestat: Enough! Enough! Stop.
Claudia: I want some more.

Lestat: We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

Lestat: I am afraid, madam, my days are sacrosanct.

Lestat: Claudia... Claudia. Claudia! What have you done?
Claudia: What you told me to do.
Louis: Leave a corpse here to rot?
Claudia: I wanted her. I wanted to be her.

Lestat: Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt.

Lestat: Come to New Orleans, then. The Paris Opera's in town. We can try some French cuisine.
Louis: Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for mortal life.

Lestat: There's nothing in the world now that doesn't hold some sort of.
Louis: Fascination.
Lestat: Yes. I'm bored of this prattle.
Louis: But if we can live without taking human life? It's possible.
Lestat: Anything's possible. Just try it for a week. Come to New Orleans. Let me show you some real sport.