Honor Elizabeth Wainio: Hi, Mom, it's me. I'm on the plane that's been hijacked. I'm just calling to tell you that I love you, and goodbye. This really kind woman handed me the phone and she said to call you.
Livet är en schlager
[Last lines]
Will Traynor: [Voice over, narrating the letter Louisa is reading] Clark. A few weeks should have passed by the time you read this. If you follow the instructions, you'll be in Paris on one of those chairs that never sit quite level on a pavement. I hope it's still sunny. Across the bridge to your right, you'll see L'artisan Parfumeur. You should try the scent called Papiomextrem. I always did think it would smell great on you. There are few things I wanted to say and couldn't because you would've gotten emotional and you wouldn't have let me finish. So, here it is. When you get back home, Michael Lawler will give you access to a bank account that contains enough to give you a new beginning. Don't start panicking. It's not enough for you to sit around for the rest of your life but it should buy you your freedom, at least from that little town we both call home. Live boldly, Clark. Push yourself. Don't settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury, knowing I might have given them to you. This eased something for me. So, this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You have been the first day you walked in with your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt. Don't think of me too often. I don't want you getting sad. Just live well. Just live. I'll be walking beside you every step of the way. Love, Will.
The Estate
Dick: I prefer Dick.
The United States vs. Billie Holiday
Mike Mitchell: [sarcastically] You think you're so wise.
Brandon Mitchell: About time you recognized it. I am *brimming* with wisdom. I am up to my *eyeballs* in wisdom. Do you want to hear some more?
Mike Mitchell: No, I think I'm good, thank you.
Brandon Mitchell: Sometimes you look…
Mike Mitchell: All good!
Brandon Mitchell: Just saying.
21 Jump Street
Captain Dickson: He's white, that means people actually give shit.
Schmidt: Um, I would just like to say that I would give a shit if he were black.
Machete
Machete: Machete don't text.
På heder och samvete
Marvin Boggs: I never thought I'd say this again. *I am getting the pig*!
La belle époque
Margot: I'm scraps of sketches of lines… Scraps of a woman you love…
Blacklight
Travis Block: You name it, I've probably done it.
The Green Hornet
Britt Reid: Kato, I want you to take my hand, and I want you to come with me on this adventure.
Kato: I go with you, but I don't want to touch you.