Jack:
I don’t want to get in a bar fight. People are always getting in bar fights. It’s such a damn cliche. You hear about it all the time and you see it in the motion pictures, people are getting hit in the head with beer bottles, and furniture, and…
[breaks a bottle over a man’s head]
[last lines]
Marty McFly:
Hey, Doc, we better back up. We don’t have enough road to get up to 88.
Dr. Emmett Brown:
Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.
Charlie:
Once upon a time there were three very different little girls who grew up to be three very different women with three things in common: they’re brilliant, they’re beautiful, and they work for me. My name is Charlie.
[from end of movie bloopers]
Calvin Joyner: Are you not a super tool? You're not even Robbie Wheirdicht. You're Bob Stone!
Bob Stone: Shh! I made that name up.
Calvin Joyner: So what?
Bob Stone: It's not real.
Calvin Joyner: What does that mean? What, you think Mr. T, and Sting, and The Rock… You think those guys are real? That's a bunch of dumbass nicknames by a bunch of dumbass people.
[Professor Oberon gets eaten by a hippo]
Moose Finbar: You better go in there and save her!
Dr. Smolder Bravestone: I'm not gonna get in there, you get in there!
Moose Finbar: I got a backpack on! You don't get in water with a backpack, everybody knows that.
[after sex]
Brantley Foster:
Can I make a personal observation?
Vera Prescott:
Um, anything but the thighs.
Brantley Foster:
You know, somebody sold you a bill of goods and convinced you you had to be 21 forever. That’s bullshit. I think you’re terrific; I think the only thing wrong with you is your husband is a jerk. You’re beautiful, you’re intelligent, you’re sensuous…
Vera Prescott:
Say that again!
Brantley Foster:
Which part?
Vera Prescott:
All of it!
[sounds of car]
Vera Prescott:
Oh, no.
Brantley Foster:
What, what is it?
Vera Prescott:
It’s the jerk.
[Brantley rushes to the window]
Vera Prescott:
My husband.
Brantley Foster:
My uncle!
Vera Prescott:
Your what?
Brantley Foster:
Oh God, that makes you…
Vera Prescott:
Auntie Vera?
Brantley Foster:
Oh! God!
[Vera laughs]
Brantley Foster:
Oh God, oh God, oh God! What’s my mother going to say? I’ve disgraced my whole family!
Vera Prescott:
Oh, the hell you did!
Beca:
Guys, we’ve never competed against bands that actually have instruments. So what’s the plan?
Serenity:
Aw, you guys just sing other people’s songs, right? Like karaoke? That’s so cute!
Calamity:
I’m Calamity. This is Serenity, Veracity, and Charity.
Fat Amy:
If I joined your group I could be obesity.
Melvin Udall:
Now, I got a real great compliment for you, and it’s true.
Carol Connelly:
I’m so afraid you’re about to say something awful.
Melvin Udall:
Don’t be pessimistic, it’s not your style. Okay. Here I go. Clearly a mistake.
[shifts in his seat uncomfortably]
Melvin Udall:
I’ve got this, what, ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I hate pills. Very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I’m using the word ”hate” here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never… all right, well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
Carol Connelly:
I don’t quite get how that’s a compliment for me.
Melvin Udall:
You make me want to be a better man.
[pause]
Carol Connelly:
[stunned]
That’s maybe the best compliment of my life.
Melvin Udall:
Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.
Wrigley:
Uh, I’ll just have a, um, salad, please. Um, baby field greens.
Nero’s Waitress:
What did you call me?
Wrigley:
Uh, no, I-I… I-I didn’t call you anything.
Nero’s Waitress:
You want a salad?
Wrigley:
Yeah. Do you… Do you have a, uh, green salad?
Nero’s Waitress:
What the fuck color would it be?
Mr. Fitzhugh: Shouldn't we be avoiding law enforcement? I never saw an episode of Matlock where the criminal banged Matlock!