Let's make up first drafts of famous lines

“All those moments… will be lost in time… like farts in the wind.”

(BTW: CS? Thread games? Mundane pointless? I dunno. Feel free to move.)

I am serious. And why are you calling me by a girl’s name?

I don’t think we have anything to fear.

Bring it, Macduff.

It was purely the best of times.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking nine.

Many years later, as he drank his coffee, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to the DMV.

Happy families are all alike; unhappy families aren’t.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to PBS.

He had won the victory over himself. He could live under the repressive government of Big Brother.

Louie, I think this is the beginning of an awesome road trip…

Love means having to say you’re sorry, even when you’re not because you didn’t do anything you consider wrong, but your partner thinks you did.

ETA:

Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful bromance.

I have a so-so feeling about this.

I think we may need a boat which is larger than the one we are currently using.

I will withdraw to my bedroom. To the bed, in fact.

“We’ll always have Passaic.”
“I’m a bit surprised that gambling is going on here.”
“Here’s mud in your eye, kid.”
“Perform it!”
“Major Strasser has been shot. And someone’s responsible!”
“I didn’t read the guidebook.”

Despite your claim that you seek the truth, I fear that it might be difficult for you to accept.

I hate the smell of napalm in the morning. It really does a number on my sinuses.

Isolate the crime scene, bag the victim and remove him to the autopsy room and tell the medical examiner to do a rush on this one, take fingerprints and bag anything and everything that looks like evidence, and look up the criminal record of everyone at the crime scene. Oh, and take that smoking gun out of Rick’s trenchcoat pocket.

Somehow, Toto, I think we are no longer in Kansas.

I’m ready for my closeup, Mr. Hitchcock.

You had me at “How ya doin?”

Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. I’m very angry about that.

There’s no place like Rick’s Café América.

My dear, I’m abstaining on this issue.

May the Force be ever at your back.

I say there, are YOU talking to Moi?

Mr. Gorbachev, consider asking the East German government to open the gate.

Speak softly and… pack a pistol? have a good team of lawyers? Help me here, people…

Maybe we can.

Houston, that was close but I think we’ve landed.

Don’t ask what the country has for you, get off your butt and do something.

Do you feel like dancing, fag?