*Colonel Ticonderoga: You missed! How could you miss? Jud: Even with these sights we have a target a hundred yards away, maybe more, we’ve never fired these weapons before, there’s a definite wind factor, AND we have a problem with the sun! Colonel Ticonderoga: Just shoot, okay? *
From Who’s Line Is It Anyway?:
Ryan: We’ll return to “Touched By a Minister” right after these messages…
From Ocean’s Eleven, at the end when Rusty (Brad Pitt) is picking up Danny Ocean (George Clooney) from prison. Ocean emerges from the prison wearing the same tuxedo he was arrested in.
Rusty, completely deadpan: I hope you were the groom.
You’re probably asking yourself why, in a movie with one of the greatest lines in cinema history*, I would choose that one. It’s just such an irreverent line, coming from an authority figure who’s supposed to be not only a competent professional, but also concentrating on the task at hand, that I can’t help but identify with it. Also, John Candy was the man.
“It’s a hundred an ten miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.”
“Hit it.”
-Tonight, on the Ocho! -Dodgeball
-Fare thee well, Baxter. You shall always be friend of the bears. -Anchorman
-God loves a terrier. -Best in Show
-Excuse me, stewardess? I speak jive. -Airplane!
-You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. - The Princess Bride
-Never go full retard. -Tropic Thunder
From TV. All from that gem of a show, Futurama
-This concept of ‘wuv’ confuses and infuriates us!
-Hey. What kind of party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker.
-Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex.
-Fry: Start with a compliment. Tell her she looks thin.
Dr. Zoidberg: You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from internal parasites?
As the candy hearts poured into the fiery quasar a wondrous thing happened, why not. They vaporized into a mystical love radiation that spread across the universe destroying many, many planets, including two gangster planets and a cowboy world. But one planet was exactly the right distance to see the romantic rays but not be destroyed by them: Earth. So all over the world couples stood together in joy. And me, Zoidberg. And no one could have been happier unless it would have also been Valentine’s Day. What? It was? Hooray.
“Bullshit! I know Nixon personally. He lugs a trainload of shit behind him that could fertilize the Sinai. Why, I wouldn’t buy an apple from the son of a bitch and I consider him a good, close, personal friend.”
It’s the ‘close, personal friend’ that gets me. Pefectly delivered.
From the Sherlock Holmes TV series starring the great Jeremy Brett:
*Dr. John Watson: What are you going to do?
Sherlock Holmes: To smoke. It is quite a three-pipe problem, and I beg that you won’t speak to me for fifty minutes. *
“I try to be good hard-worker-man, but refrigemater so messy, so so messy.”
“Well how could she do that to me, Lisa? How could she… french her daddy?” (Phil Hartman’s timing on that line was perfect.)
" I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey strong bowels were girded with strength like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo… dung."
RR
The awful (and yet strangely compelling) 1960s version of Casino Royale has some marvelous throwaway lines. There are two from the scene where Mata Bond (daughter of Sir James Bond and Mata Hari) is infiltrating the school for spies that her mother attended during WWI.
While exploring her mother’s room:
Mata Bond: What an enormous bed!
Polo: The German Army was very large in those days.
Later, while Mata and the Headmistress, Frau Hoffner, are walking down a dusty corridor they come across a cobwebbed corpse against the wall.
Mata: Who is that?
Frau Hoffner:Ach, it is Little Otto. He was one of your mother’s lovers. We often find him lying around the place.
Mata: Is he dead?
Frau Hoffner: *It’s hard to say. He always looked like that. *
Sheriff Bart: “Are we awake?”
Waco Kid: “We’re not sure. Are we …black?”
Sheriff Bart: “Yes, we are.”
Waco Kid: “Then, we’re awake, but we’re very puzzled.”
We’ve got both kinds of music here. Country and Western.
(after taking cover just before an Indian attack and the odds don’t look good)
For what we are about to receive, may the lord make us truly grateful.
Don’t call me tiny.
“Warning! Warning! Prepare to be abducted!”
Taggart: We’ll work up a Number 6 on ‘em.
Hedley Lamarr: “Number 6”? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that one.
Taggart: Well, that’s where we go a-ridin’ into town, a-whompin’ and a-whumpin’ every livin’ thing that moves within an inch of its life. Except the women folks, of course.
Hedley Lamarr: You spare the women?
Taggart: Naw, we rape the shit out of them at the Number Six Dance later on.
“God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.”