Running an unstable ship at full ahead is dangerous!
You arrogant ass. You’ve killed us!
You have saved us!!!
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
You can’t bluff someone who’s not paying attention.
Is this a game of chance?
Not the way I play it, no.
A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?
Bishop to King 7. Checkmate, I think.
She projects Bishop back in time a few days to warn the others of the coming attack.
There’ll be two lamps in the steeple, one if by land and two if by sea. [looks, sees three lamps] They double-crossed me–they’re coming by land and sea. [turns to horseman] Ride through every village. Wake every citizen up. Tell 'em the enemy comes from afar, with a hey nonny-nonny and a ha-cha-cha!
If your majesty doth ask it, I will tell about the basket with a willo willo wailey and a nonny nonny {whistle}.
I was worth the whistle.
Oh, wake up, Brown. This train’s headed straight for the cemetery. But there’s another one coming along, a gravy train. Let’s get on it.
Hello. My name is Mr. Conductor, and I’m going to tell you a story about trains.
Throw Momma From The Train
You better do something, you idiot, because in ten minutes you’re going to have two hundred tons of locomotive smashing through Central Station on its way to Marshall Field’s.
Pop quiz, hotshot. There’s a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What do you do?
I just want to tell you both good luck. We’re all counting on you.
Luck isn’t a superpower. And certainly not very cinematic.
Twenty-five words or less? Okay. Movie exec calls writer. Writer’s girlfriend says he’s at the movies. Exec goes to the movies, meets writer, drinks with writer. Writer gets conked and dies in four inches of dirty water. Movie exec is in deep shit. What do you think?