Aye, that’ll about do it.
Opinions are like assholes…everyone has one!
Connie, if you don’t listen to me and marry this man…you’ll disappoint me.
You’re a sucker to go through with this. That guy Warne is OK. He didn’t want the reward. All he asked for was $39.60, what he spent on you. Said it was a matter of principle. You took him for a ride. He loves you, Ellie. He told me so. You don’t want to be married to a mug like Westley; I can buy him off for a pot of gold. And you can make an old man happy and you won’t do so bad for yourself. If you change your mind, your car’s waiting at the back gate.
If you can’t spot the sucker in your first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker.
No, Mr. Bond…I expect you to die!
I’m Spartacus!..** I’m** Spartacus!.. I’m Spartacus!..** I’m** Spartacus!
Your fame is well deserved, Spaniard. I don’t think there’s ever been a gladiator to match you. As for this young man, he insists you are Hector reborn. Or was it Hercules? Why doesn’t the hero reveal himself and tell us all your real name? You do have a name.
Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself!
Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!
Look, Dave, I can see you’re really upset about this. I honestly think you should sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over. I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I’ve still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission and I want to help you. Dave…stop!
My name is Gladiator.
How dare you show your back to me?! SLAVE!! You will remove your helmet and tell me your name.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the armies of the north, general of the Felix legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius, father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife, and I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
Alright, I’m standing on a street corner and Mrs. Gray there comes up and propositions me that if I come home with her for $5 she’ll put on an exhibition with a Shetland Pony.
Is this your idea of humor, inspector?
Alright, what are you trying to do here, Callahan?
I’m just trying to find out if anybody in this room knows what the hell law’s being broken besides cruelty to animals.
All right, I confess! I did it, ya hear? And I’m glad! GLAD, I TELL YA! What are they gonna do to me, Sarge? WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO?
The name’s Bond, James Bond. Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred.
And for you?
The same.
How do you take it?
Straight up, with a twist!
Darling, surely you remember Mr. Dawson.
Dawson? It’s amazing, you could almost pass for a gentleman.
Almost.
How long have you been married?
Nine years.
Do you have any kids?
Got a six year old girl.
Sounds good.
Yeah, I’m lucky.
So what are you doing here?
First, I plan to soil myself. Then I’m going to regroup and come up with a new plan. Any thoughts?
They cut the power? How could they cut the power, man? They’re animals!
You lost today kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it.