Roy Miller: Nobody follow us or I kill myself and then her!
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Leave No Trace
Tom: The same thing that's wrong with you isn't wrong with me.
The Mechanic
Arthur Bishop: Good judgment comes from experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
Contagion
Dr. Ally Hextall: We've sequenced the virus, determined its origin and we've modeled the way it enters the cells of the lung and the brain. The virus contains both bat and pig sequences. The dark green is pig, and the light green is bat. And here you can see the crossover event. Bat, bat, and pig, bat. And here is a model of the virus and how it attaches to its host. The blue is virus, and the gold is human, and the red is the viral attachment protein and the green is its receptor in the human cells. These receptors are found in the cells of both the respiratory tract and the central nervous system. And the virus attaches to the cell like a key slipping into a lock. Somewhere in the world, the wrong pig met up with the wrong bat.
12 Years a Slave
Solomon Northup: I don't want to survive. I want to live.
The Marksman
Jim: I don't scare easy.
Peppermint
Diego Garcia: [over walkie-talkie] I can hear the pain in your voice. You're hurting. You're hurting bad. Out-manned, out-gunned. How you really think this is gonna go?
Riley North: I'm gonna shoot you in your fucking face. And then I'll pretty much figure it out from there.
The King’s Speech
King George VI: All that… work… down the drain. My own… b… brother, I couldn't say a single w-word to him in reply.
Lionel Logue: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me?
King George VI: 'Cos you're b… bloody well paid to listen.
Lionel Logue: Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.
King George VI: Stop trying to be so bloody clever.
Lionel Logue: What is it about David that stops you speaking?
King George VI: What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time?
Lionel Logue: Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear.
King George VI: Oh, bugger off!
Lionel Logue: Is that the best you can do?
King George VI: [like an elocution lesson] Well… bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
Lionel Logue: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.
King George VI: Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Lionel Logue: Yes!
King George VI: Shit!
Lionel Logue: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
King George VI: Because I'm angry!
Lionel Logue: Do you know the f-word?
King George VI: F… f… fornication?
Lionel Logue: Oh, Bertie.
King George VI: Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!
Lionel Logue: Yes…
King George VI: Balls, balls…
Lionel Logue: …you see, not a hesitation!
King George VI: …fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and… tits.
Howards End
Henry Wilcox: Don't take a sentimental attitude toward the poor.
[…]
Henry Wilcox: The poor are the poor. One is sorry for them, but there it is.
Hereditary
Peter: You okay, Mom?
Annie: What?
Peter: Is there something on your mind?
Annie: Is there something on *your* mind?
Peter: Just seems like there… might be something you… wanna say.
Steve: Peter.
Annie: Like what? I mean, why would I wanna say something so I can watch you sneer at me?
Peter: Sneer at you? I don't ever sneer at you.
Annie: Oh, sweetie, you don't have to. You get your point across.
Peter: Okay, so, fine, then say what you wanna say, then.
Steve: Peter.
Annie: I don't wanna say anything. I've tried saying…
Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself.
Annie: Oh, release you, you mean?
Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it!
Annie: DON'T you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you EVER raise your voice at me! I am your mother! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I WISH I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, but you're sister is dead! She's gone forever! And what a waste… if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, but you can't take responsibility for anything! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because… because NOBODY admits anything they've done!