Paul Child:
[to Julia]
You are the butter to my bread, you are the breath to my life.
[later echoed by Julie Powell to Eric Powell]
Paul Child:
[to Julia]
You are the butter to my bread, you are the breath to my life.
[later echoed by Julie Powell to Eric Powell]
Messenger:
Choose your next words carefully, Leonidas. They may be your last as king.
King Leonidas:
[to himself: thinking]
”Earth and water”?
[Leonidas unsheathes and points his sword at the Messenger’s throat]
Messenger:
Madman! You’re a madman!
King Leonidas:
Earth and water? You’ll find plenty of both down there.
Messenger:
No man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger!
King Leonidas:
You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death! Oh, I’ve chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same!
Messenger:
This is blasphemy! This is madness!
King Leonidas:
Madness…?
[shouting]
King Leonidas:
This is Sparta!
[Kicks the messenger down the well]
Aida Selmanagic:
We are on the list!
[weakly mutters something after being mortally wounded]
Private Ryan:
[leans in closer]
What, sir?
Captain Miller:
James, earn this… earn it.
Shawn Boswell: Why'd you let me race your car? You knew I was gonna wreck it.
Han: Why not?
Shawn Boswell: 'Cause that's a lot of money.
Han: I have money, it's trust and character I need around me. You know, who you choose to be around you lets you know who you are. One car in exchange for knowing what a man's made of? That's a price I can live with.
[last lines]
Garth: Hey, how do you like the new wheels?
Dick Harper: Nice.
Garth: Hooked up with a new company. Great benefits.
Dick Harper: Yeah?
Garth: Yeah. They trade energy. It's called Enron!
Dick Harper: Huh.
Stan Fields:
Miss Rhode Island, please describe your idea of a perfect date.
Cheryl ”Rhode Island”:
That’s a tough one. I’d have to say April 25th. Because it’s not too hot, not too cold, all you need is a light jacket.
Indiana Jones: Nazis. I hate these guys.
Lloyd Christmas: Hey, Har. You wanna hear the second most annoying sound in the world?
Harry Dunne: Sure.
[constantly rings the doorbell]
Harry Dunne: Yeah, that's pretty annoying.
Lloyd Christmas: No, not that.
Mrs. Stainer: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING RINGING OUR DOORBELL LIKE THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?
Lloyd Christmas: That!
Simon Haysmith:
No Weakness… Art Is A Wound Brought Into The Light