Captain Harris: Don't touch those! Don't you ever touch my balls without asking!
Och så kom Polly
Ben Barber: [breaking up a fight] Hey! You're white! You're white! You don't fight.
Blood Ties
Leon: [to his son, Frank] Listen, your mother… your mother was a bitch. She was a real bitch. She beat the shit out of your brother and sister on a daily basis with whatever she had in her hand. She was a violent drunk, she was a twisted fucking slut.
Godzilla vs. Kong
Apache Pilot: [after accidentally hitting the Chrysler Building with a missile, blowing the roof off of it] Aw, damn, uh… That is a negative impact. I repeat, that is a negative impact.
Radio Technician #3: Negative impact, sir.
Mayor Ebert: [shocked] Negative impact? That's the goddamned Chrysler Building we're talking about here.
Nostalgic Christmas
Keith McClain: What just happened?
Anne Garrison: I have no idea.
Jessie McClain: You two are in charge of Christmas.
Ett päron till farsa firar jul
Clark: Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! And I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?
Mumien – drakkejsarens grav
Beni: [after a shipwreck] O'Connell! Hey, O'Connell! It looks to me like I've got all the horses!
Rick: Hey, Beni! Looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the *river*!
Schakalen
Minister: There is one thing: how did you know whose telephone to tap?
Lebel: I didn't, so I tapped all of them.
Harriet
Harriet: [to Gideon, at gunpoint] You'll die right here. On a frozen, blood-soaked battlefield, the moans of a generation of young men in your ears, dying in agony around you, for a lost cause. For a vile and wicked idea! For the sin of slavery! Can you hear them? God don't mean people to own people, Gideon! Our time is near!
Hundraettåringen som smet från notan och försvann
Allan Karlsson: [when finding the therapist dead on the floor, having choked to death on a champagne bottle cork] He's drunk himself to death quite quickly, he has. Well, at least he won't have to have any hangover tomorrow.
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