[last lines]
Sam Wheat:
It’s amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya.
Molly:
See ya. Bye.

[last lines]
Sam Wheat:
It’s amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya.
Molly:
See ya. Bye.
Emilia:
Why is she dead?
Sara: We blind ourselves to the truth because we are weak, because we hope. But there's no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal. Aye and always.
Marian:
You call that a disguise?
Robin of Loxley:
Well it fooled everybody else!
Isabella Swan:
[Edward jumps down off the roof of Bella’s truck]
Could you act human? Okay, I have neighbors.
Edward Cullen:
I’m gonna take you to my place tomorrow.
[Pulls dent in Bella’s truck back into correct place]
Isabella Swan:
Thanks… Er, wait, like with your family?
Edward Cullen:
Yeah.
Isabella Swan:
W-what if they don’t like me?
Edward Cullen:
So you’re worried, not because you’ll be in a house full of vampires, but because you think they won’t approve of you?
[laughs]
Isabella Swan:
[unsmiling]
I’m glad I amuse you.
[Arthur blows up a truck]
Charlie Croker: You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!
Indiana: Do we need the monkey?
Marion: I'm surprised at you, Jones. Talking that way about our baby. He's got your looks too.
Indiana: And your brains.
Marion: I noticed that. She's a smart little thing. Smart!
Ernie:
Did he just call me a black cunt?
Coach:
Yes, he did.
Ernie:
He can’t do that. That’s racist.
Coach:
But you are black and you are a cunt, Ernie. Those are the facts. I don’t think Primetime cares what race you run in.
Ernie:
The fact that I’m black has nothing to do with the fact I’m a cunt.
Coach:
He didn’t say black people were cunts, Ernie. He was being specific to you. One has nothing to do with the other. And I’d go a step further and say it was a term of affection.
Ernie:
Primetime’s a Gypsy. I wouldn’t call him a pikey cunt.
Coach:
Why not? He might be very understanding. Only if it comes from a place of love, of course.
The Man:
[to Rachel]
I’m sorry… but I don’t think you know what a really bad day is! But you’ll fucking learn.
[first lines]
The Huntsman: [narration] Once upon a time, in deep winter, a queen was admiring the falling snow, when she saw a rose blooming in defiance of the cold. Reaching for it she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought, "If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven's wings, and all with the strength of that rose." Soon after a daughter was born to the queen and was named Snow White.