I'm gonna let ya' in on a little secret, Ray. K-Mart sucks. (Rain Man)
I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me. (Heat)
My name is George, I'm unemployed and I live with my parents. (Seinfeld)
She's my sister AND my daughter! (Chinatown)
John Wayne! Are you tryin' to tell me he's a fag? (Midnight Cowboy)
Max Klein: You want me to be honest with you, Les?
Lester Siegel: No, I would like you to bullshit me, Max. (Argo)
It's beyond my control. (Dangerous Liaisons)
Maybe there's another CIA, inside the CIA. (Three Days of the Condor)
Mrs. Tarantino: Are you the police?
Elwood: No, ma'am. We're musicians. (The Blues Brothers)
Griffin Mill: So, what's the story?
Walter Stuckel: 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?
Griffin Mill: That's more than 25 words and it's bullshit. (The Player)
Think ya used enough dynamite there, Butch? (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid)
Lesson number two: Don't get high on your own supply. (Scarface)
I'm angry. I'm very angry, Ralph. You know, you can ball my wife if she wants you to. You can lounge around here on her sofa, in her ex-husband's dead-tech, post-modernistic bullshit house if you want to. But you do not get to watch my fucking television set. (Heat)
Mildred Hayes: So how's it all going in the nigger- torturing business, Dixon?
Dixon: It's 'Persons of color'-torturing business, these days, if you want to know. And I didn't torture nobody. (Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri)
Higgins: Hey, Turner! How do you know they'll print it? You can take a walk. But how far if they don't print it?
Joe Turner: They'll print it.
Higgins: How do you know? (Three Days of the Condor)
Stephen: I count six shots, nigger.
Django: [pulls out a second revolver] I count two guns, nigger. (Django Unchained)
Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it. (The Blues Brothers)