Rosalie Quaid:
Sometimes I envy the finality of death. The certainty. And I have to drive those thoughts away when I’m weak.

Rosalie Quaid:
Sometimes I envy the finality of death. The certainty. And I have to drive those thoughts away when I’m weak.
Duane Steinbrink:
If you’re looking for sympathy, the only place you’re going to find it is in the dictionary, somewhere between shit and syphilis.
[last lines]
Ennis Del Mar:
Jack, I swear…
Benjamin Button: You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
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]
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.
Simon Haysmith:
No Weakness… Art Is A Wound Brought Into The Light
Mark Baum:
I don’t get it. Why are they confessing?
Danny Moses:
They’re not confessing.
Porter Collins:
They’re bragging.