Lenny, let's try and keep your IQ a family secret.   (Superman IV)

Porche- Too small to get laid in, but you will get laid as soon as you step out   (Crazy People)

Jackson...you're going to have to get her suit. You know the one with the little cherries on the lapel?   (Steel Magnolias)

Your thoughts of death do not impress me, Captain! I've had them all my working life! My trade is survival! Get through the next 24 hours!!   (Juggernaut)

So what really happened that day? Let's just for a moment speculate, shall we? We have the epileptic seizure around 12:15, p.m. distracting the police making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking into a hospital. The A-Team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. They were refurbishing the floors that week, which allowed unknown workmen access to the building. They move quickly into position just minutes before the shooting. The spotter on the radio talking to the other two teams has the best overall view, the *God* spot. B-Team one shooter and one spotter with radio gear and access to the building, moves into the lower floor of the Daltex building. The third team, the C-Team moves into the picket fence behind the Grassy Knoll, where the shooter and the spotter are first spotted by the late Lee Bowers in the watch tower of the rail yard. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat low trajectory. Part of this team is a coordinator who has flashed security credentials at people chasing them out of the parking lot. Probably 2 or 3 more men are in the crowd on Elm. 10 or 12 men. Three shooters. Three spotters. The triangulation of fire that Clay Shaw and David Ferrie discussed two months before. They have walked the plaza. They know every inch. They have calibrated their sight. They have practiced on moving targets. They are ready. Kennedy's motorcade makes the turn from Main onto Houston. It's gonna be a turkey shoot. They don't shoot him coming up Houston, which is the easiest shot for a single shot from the Book Depository. They Wait... They wait until he gets in the killing zone, between three rifles. Kennedy makes the final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 miles an hour. The shooters across Deely Plaza tighten, taking their aim, waiting for the radio to say *Green! Green!* or *Abort! Abort!*. The first shot rings out, sounding like a backfire it misses the car   (JFK)

You still smell... of cats WEE!!! muhahaha   (Great Race, The)

Pay up, buster!   (Derailed)

I have a little kid at home.   (Reservoir Dogs)

That one looks like it hurts.   (Imaginary Heroes)

I suppose being a male and an ass hole makes you worth our time.   (10 Things I Hate About You)

Bill Bailey, won't you please come home.   (Conversation, The)

Pride is a weapon.   (Hitler: The Rise of Evil)

I know what you want. No, I don't. Yes, I do. I don't know.   (Grasshopper, The)

Energy sources just aren't that easy to come by.   (Drowning Pool, The)

Jingle bells.   (My Favorite Wife)

1/_Fuck your rules, Nathan! 2/_Okay, but tonight they saved your life.   (Spy Game)

1)What's the matter, those other kids didn't want to play with you? 2)[Whispering] They're afraid...   (Omen, The)

--I also suffer from acrophobia and claustrophobia. --I'll tell you what. If you don't cooperate, you're gonna suffer from fistaphobia.   (Midnight Run)

Remember us. As simple an order as a king can give. Remember why we died. For he did not wish tribute, nor song, nor monuments, nor poems of war and valor. His wish was simple. "Remember us," he said to me. That was his hope. That should any free soul come across that place in all the countless centuries yet to come, may all our voices whisper from the ageless stones. Go tell the Spartians, passerby, that here by Spartian law we lie. And so my king died and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise. For from free Greek to free Greek the word was spread, that bold Leonitas and his 300, so far from home, lay down their lives. Not just for Sparta but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Platia, Zercsies' hoards face obliteration. AAAOOOHHH!!! Just there the barbarian huttles. Shear terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers. Knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Yet they stare now across the plain at 10,000 Spartians commanding 30,000 free Greeks. AAOOHH!! AAAAOOOHHH!!! AAAAOOOHHH!!! AAAAOOOHHH!!! The enemy outnumber us approximatley 3 to 1.... good oods for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tryanny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine. Give thanks men to Leonitas and the brave 300. To VICTORY!!!!   (300)

are you flesh,or are you spirt? I am sorrow!   (Ladyhawke)