Fire! (Bang) Hey, I just fired you!   (Labyrinth)

#1- Your Dawson ain't you? Tex LaRue. I used to ride with Ryan Morris, you know him. Well Andy Simms told me there was a hide-out near here so I headed for it I hope you don't mind. #2- Mind!? You brought a posse to my best hide-out and you ask me if I mind! Mister I don't know any of those names...you're about to die.   (Silverado)

Don't piss in my pocket and tell me it's raining!   (Layer Cake)

Holmes:_As a matter of fact, Insp. LaStrade, you can be of some help LaStrade: of course.... Holmes:_Hold my coat, it's hot in here   (Without a Clue)

You will be welcome in Zukurau!   (Sheena)

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--Hi. What do you do for a living? --I invented dice.   (Kiss Kiss Bang Bang)

--It would break my heart if i had to put a bullet in your back. --It would make me sad also.   (Comancheros, The)

#1: Hello, my name is Allan and I will be your waiter. Enid: Hi Al. Becky: Can we call you Wierd Al? #1: [Pauses} I'd imagine so.   (Ghost World)

I was just walking down the street one day and a man came up to me and he said, 'Would you like to be a supermodel?', and I said 'Oui', and the next day, I'm in New York on the cover of Vogue   (Superstar)

--You don't seem very sorry. --I am sorry. Sorry that I was caught.   (Strange Love of Martha Ivers, The)

--Pretty fair shooting for an old married man. --Just lucky, I guess.   (Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid)

Lady luck is always on his side. Tonight, she's on fire.   (Big Town, The)

1/_Who do you think you are? Are you an evil spirit? 2/_Yes... and one of yours, I hope   (Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence)

Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country you from? Brett: What? Jules: What ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What? Brett: What? Jules: ENGLISH, MOTHERFUCKER! DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT? Brett: Yes! Jules: Then you know what I'm saying! Brett: Yes! Jules: Describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What, I-? Jules: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time. Brett: He's b-b-black... Jules: Go on. Brett: He's bald... Jules: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? Brett: No! Jules: Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? Brett: I didn't. Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.   (Pulp Fiction)

We have a fugitive on the loose here, people!   (Bushwhacked)

1. You never liked me much. 2. You're Rob's lady. 1. Go on, say it! 2. You're Rob's lady. If...you'd been mine I never would have left you.   (Robin and Marian)

Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.   (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)

Who's Zeb? Zeb is dead baby.   (Pulp Fiction)

You're puttin' the pussy on a pedestal   (40 Year Old Virgin, The)