Because you’re mine, I walk the line.
We’ve made too many compromises already; too many retreats. They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate entire worlds and we fall back. Not again. The line must be drawn here!
[Alien ray disintegrates protester.]
Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein!
Fix it? Look, it has been disintegrated. By definition, it cannot be fixed.
-“BB”-
…a tractor trailer comes along and decapitates him. You know what that means; it means he doesn’t have a head. How am I suppose to write for a guy who doesn’t have a head?
Sam Gamgee, your legs are too short, so use your head!
Sam Spade: Miles hadn’t many brains, but he had too many years of experience as a detective to be caught like that, by a man he was shadowing, up a blind alley, with his gun tucked away in his hip and his overcoat buttoned. But he would have gone up there with you, Angel. He was just dumb enough for that. He’d have looked you up and down and licked his lips and gone, grinning from ear to ear.
You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.
BE QUIET! I ORDER you to BE QUIET!
I’m a soldier. Least I was up until about a year ago.
We’re all very different people. We’re not Watusi, we’re not Spartans, we’re Americans. With a capital “A”, huh? And you know what that means? Do you? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We’re the underdog. We’re mutts.
Remember, mediocrity is not a mortal sin.
There is a brotherhood of Man, a benevolent brotherhood of Man.
Schmaltz doesn’t sell.
You just bought another load of crap from the world’s fattest fertilizer salesman.
He’s just a bang beat, bell ringing,
Big haul, great go, neck-or-nothing, rip roarin’,
Every time a bull’s eye salesman,
That’s Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill.
I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.
My own mother thought I was a monster. She was right of course… but it still hurt.
Coach, I’m hurt. I’m not dead.
Legend tells of a legendary warrior… whose kung fu skills were the stuff of legend.