I say, I have murdered a man, and I want to confess!
You expect me to talk when all I could preserve is my own measly, worthless life? TOO BLOODY RIGHT, I’LL TALK. I’ll talk, I’ll talk, just try and stop me.
Shut up! Shut up, you American. You always talk, you Americans. You talk and you talk and say ‘let me tell you something’ and ‘I just wanna say this’. Well, you’re dead now, so shut up!
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.
I shoot better when I move.
Wipe yourself off, man. You’re dead.
I’m not dead!
I didn’t just survive a wreck. I wasn’t just blown up yesterday. I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted, and burned.
That’s right. I’ve killed women and children. I’ve killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another.
It’s possible. I kill a lot of people.
Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Tell me, Jack Sparrow. Do ya fear death?
Sparrows must harden themselves against the weak and sentimental.
What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
The demon lived at Mach 1 on the meter, seven hundred and fifty miles an hour, where the air could no longer move out of the way. He lived behind a barrier through which they said no man could ever pass. They called it the sound barrier.
Columbia Aircraft Co.: Look, Mr. Lindbergh, I don’t mean to belittle you, but, after all, New York to Paris isn’t like dropping off a mail bag in Keokuk, Iowa.
You can rob Fort Knox and live, but steal a dime and kill a post office man, and they’ll spend a million and a lifetime lookin’ for you.
It takes one postman to make someone else a postman.
Because the mail never stops. It keeps coming, and coming, and coming, it never lets up. It’s relentless! And every day it piles up! More, and more, and more, and then you gotta get it out, but it keeps coming in, and then the barcode reader breaks–and then Publisher’s Clearing House–
Why don’t ya get a couple of trucks up here, big ones, right away! Load 'em with all that Santa Claus mail and deliver 'em to Mr. Kringle down at the Courthouse!