Det. William Moreland: You seem awfully happy today.
Det. Ray Cole: I got laid last night.
Det. William Moreland: Oh yeah? Your asshole still hurt? (The Wire)

The Congressman has never been to rehab. They don't serve whisky at rehab. (Charlie Wilson’s War)

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Clear them little bottles off. And when I get off the phone here, call up Hyman and tell him I want it wall to wall with John Daniels.
Charlie Simms: Don't you mean Jack Daniels?
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: He may be Jack to you son, but when you've known him as long as I have... that's a joke. (Scent of a Woman)

Idea for farce: a poor, eh, a poor loser agrees to do the story of a great man's life and in the process comes to learn deep values. (Crimes and Misdemeanors)

Meg: I feel terrible. The last time I spoke with Alex, we had a fight. I yelled at him.
Nick: That's probably why he killed himself.  (The Big Chill)

Yeah, now all you have to do is hold the chicken, bring me the toast, give me a cheque for the chicken salad sandwich, and you haven't broken any rules. (Five Easy Peaces)

A life, Jimmy, you know what that is? It's the shit that happens while you're waiting for moments that never come. (The Wire)

Joseph Turner White: What's an associate producer credit?
Bill Smith: It's what you give to your secretary instead of a raise. (State and Main)

Listen, man. You're my friend, and I know you care about me. And I know you disapprove, and I respect that. But there are some things that I have to do that you don't understand. You understand literature, movies, wine... but you don't understand my plight. (Sideways)

How can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders? Man can't even trust his own pants. (Once Upon a Time in the West)

Paulie may have moved slow, but it was only because Paulie didn't have to move for anybody. (Goodfellas)

My name is Jordan Belfort. I'm a former member of the middle class raised by two accountants in a tiny apartment in Bayside, Queens. The year I turned 26, as the head of my own brokerage firm, I made $49 million, which really pissed me off because it was three shy of a million a week. (The Wolf of Wall Street)

You should move to a small town, somewhere the rule of law still exists. You will not survive here. You are not a wolf, and this is a land of wolves now. (Sicario)

Truth is like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry. (The Big Short)

We're only interested in one thing, Bart. Can you tell a story? Can you make us laugh? Can you make us cry? Can you make us want to break out in joyous song? Is that more than one thing? Okay! (Barton Fink)