Emma: You can't find something if you don't know what you're looking for.
Emma Peel: I suppose Mother warned you about women like me?
John Steed: Until now, I didn't know there were women like you.
Emma Peel: How now, brown cow.
John Steed: Oh, just one thing.
Emma Peel: Good luck?
John Steed: Something like that.
Vernita Green: So, when do we do this?
The Bride: It all depends; when do you wanna die?
Vernita Green: I fucked you up. I fucked you up bad, I wish to God that I hadn't, but I did. Be that as it may, I know I don't deserve your mercy or forgiveness, however, I beseech you for both on behalf of my daughter.
The Bride: Bitch, you can stop right there. Just because I have no intention of killing you before the eyes of your daughter does not mean that parading her around in front of me is gonna inspire sympathy. You and I have unfinished business, and not a goddam fuckin thing you've done in the subsequent four years, including getting knocked up, is gonna change that.
Vernita Green: You're much more rational than Bill led me to believe.
The Bride: It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack. Not rationality.
O-Ren Ishii: You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?
The Bride: You know, for a second there, yeah... I kinda did.
Jenny Johnson: I gotta go to the bathroom.
Matt Saunders: You didn't just go to the bathroom?
Jenny Johnson: Are you keeping track? That's kind of creepy.
Medusa: Come on. Sneak a peek.
David Bloomberg: I'm 23.
Rafi Gardet: No, you're not. I don't believe you. Let me see the license... Oh, my God! You're a child. Taxi! I have T-shirts older than you.
David Bloomberg: We're gonna have vacation sex tonight.
Rafi Gardet: ... What is vacation sex, Dave?
David Bloomberg: I don't know, but you're gonna get it, girl.
Ulla: My name is Ulla Inka Hanson Benson Yanson Tallen Hallen Swadon Swanson.
Max Bialystock: What is your first name?
Ulla: Oh that was my first name. Would you like to hear my last name?
Max Bialystock: We don't have the time.
Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good.
Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Ellen Claremont: There are people who will tell you that elections don't matter. But try telling that to the auto worker in Michigan who worries whether or not their plant will be shut down. Tell that to the transgender high school student in Mississippi, voting for the very first time. Elections do matter because they give you a voice, and your voice is blended tonight with the voices of millions of Americans just like you: open hearted, fearless and alive to a bolder, brighter, braver future.
Noelle: Her cheese balls make excellent Christmas gifts.
Noelle: You mean you want me to shove my finger up that turtle's ass?
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