What we've got here is... failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach. (Cool Hand Luke)

David Sheff: My son is out there somewhere, and I don't know what he's doing! I don't know how to help him!
Karen Barbour: You can't! (Beautiful Boy)

I do wish we could chat longer, but... I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye. (The Silence of the Lambs)

Let me tell you something. There's no nobility in poverty. I've been a poor man, and I've been a rich man. And I choose rich every fucking time. (The Wolf of Wall Street)

Look, let me explain something to you. I'm not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you're not into the whole brevity thing. (The Big Lebowski)

Joseph Turner White: How do I do a film called "The Old Mill" when I don't have an old mill?
Ann Black: Well, first you've got to change the title. (State and Main)

Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence. (Fargo)

I was just thinking what an interesting concept it is to eliminate the writer from the artistic process. If we could just get rid of these actors and directors, maybe we've got something here. (The Player)

Dr. Holly Goodhead: You know him?
James Bond: Not socially. His name's Jaws, he kills people. (Moonraker)

Drop the "The." Just "Facebook." It's cleaner. (The Social Network)

But I tried, didn't I? Goddamnit, at least I did that. (One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest)

Most ingenious. The old closet ploy. I really must congratulate you. If there's one thing I do enjoy, it's a good closet ploy. (The Pink Panther Strikes Again)

You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig. (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly) 

Airline Ticket Clerk: Would that be smoker or non-smoker, sir?
Marvin Dorfler: Take a wild guess. (Midnight Run)

Charlie Wilson: You're no James Bond.
Gust Avrakotos: You're no Thomas Jefferson, either. Let's call it even. (Charlie Wilson’s War)