And what do you do in the Grand Hotel? Eat. Sleep. Loaf around. Flirt a little, dance a little. A hundred doors leading to one hall. No one knows anything about the person next to them. And when you leave, someone occupies your room, lies in your bed… that’s the end.
Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!
Hotel rooms are a naturally creepy place…don’t you think? I mean, how many people have slept in that bed before you? How many of them were sick? How many of them lost their minds? How many of them… died?
The answer is… 42.
Maybe tomorrow, we’ll all wear 42, so nobody could tell us apart. (Peewee Reese)
Look, Julius, I don’t know if you’ve noticed yet, but we don’t look the same, we don’t talk the same, and we don’t dress the same!
We were identical twins, but somehow Beau was much more identical than me.
Anything you can do, I can do better.
As if.
I am, I am, I am greater than thou art! You don’t know half the things that I’ve forgot.
Mr. Hart, you’re still not speaking loud enough. Will you stand? Speak louder, Mr. Hart! Fill the room with your intelligence!
You’re foul, Hart. A wart on the nose of humanity and I’m going to blast it off.
I’m not a devious man by nature… but when you’re unarmed, your tactics might gonna be downright Archimedean.
I know, he’s junior to a lot of other flag officers, and never served a day on a carrier. But Chet, he knows carrier tactics.
I know kung fu.
I think you’ve confused me with someone who gives a shit.
(From X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Apologies to those offended.)
Unless you came here to wipe my ass, I believe we’re through.
Time to kick some serious alien ass.
I came here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I’m all outta bubblegum.
Now let’s all go to my house for a little sponge cake and a little wine.