April Wheeler: You're just some guy who made me laugh at a party once.
Ernesto Che Guevara: Homeland or death.
[Seeing Beth's building badly damaged, leaning against another tower.]
Hud: Please tell me she lives on the ground floor.
Rob Hawkins: 37th.
Hud: Shit.
Jackie Moon: Fuck you Clarence! Spumoni.
Anna Stone: ...if this doctor is trying to woo you while you're still married, what makes you think he won't do that with someone else?
Jensen Ames: So what are you in for?
Case: They say I killed a cop.
Jensen Ames: Did you do it?
Case: Yeah.
Jensen Ames: Bad cop?
Case: Good cop... Lousy husband.
Muddy Waters: You and me not gonna wake up every morning and get everything we want. Mostly we got to take what come. And half the time, that's gonna be a bunch of bullshit.
Chloe: You don't scare me anymore.
Diablo: Then why are you shaking?
Chloe: Cause I am a Chihuahua.
Rosebud: Shasta, we took a vote, and we decided that we want to help you form a dog sled team.
Shasta: Seriously?
Rosebud: Uh-huh.
Shasta: Seriously?
Rosebud: Uh-huh.
Shasta: Seriously?
Mudbud: Dude, she said, "Uh-huh."
Exec 1: What's 'humus'?
Exec 2: It's a very tasty diarrhoea-like substance.
Maria Merryweather: How can I possibly go to live in the country? It's full of... the countryside.
John Rambo: Live for nothing, or die for something.
Iridessa: Be careful, Rosetta, she may faint! Elevate her legs! No, wait! I mean the head! Wait, okay, if she's red, raise the head, if she's pale, raise the tail. Does she look pale or red?
Rosetta: ...She looks squished.
Tuvia Bielski: If we should die trying to live, at least we live like human beings.
Tom Ludlow: We good?
Scribble: You know this is some bullshit, right? These dudes is monsters, man. I mean if they can't fuck it, rob it, or kill it they don't want it.
Maxwell Smart: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
The Chief: I don't know. Were you thinking "Holy shit, holy shit! A swordfish almost went through my head"? If so, yes.
Camille: So, what's your interest in Greene?
James Bond: Among other things, he tried to kill a friend of mine.
Camille: A woman?
James Bond: Yes. But it's not what you think.
Camille: Your mother?
James Bond: She likes to think so.
Dana Marschz: Oh my god, writing is so hard.
Juan Antonio: Well, now that the day's almost over, is it reasonable of me to ask you if you'll both join me in my room?
Vicky: Oh, come on, I thought we'd settled that.
Cristina: Vicky's just trying to say that she's engaged to be married, that's all.
Juan Antonio: Great. Then these are her last days of freedom.
Vicky: No. Look, I'm not free. I'm committed. You know what my theory is? And when I drink, I get brutally frank. I think that you're still hurting from the failure of your marriage to Maria Elena, and you're trying to lose yourself in empty sex.
Juan Antonio: Empty sex? Do you have such a low opinion of yourself?