[last lines]
Nick Dunne: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
Etikettarkiv: Thriller
Ghost
[last lines]
Sam Wheat: It's amazing, Molly. The love inside, you take it with you. See ya.
Molly: See ya. Bye.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre
Greg: Orson Fortune. That is a sexy name. It is. You must fancy him a bit.
The Courier
Oleg Penkovsky: Greville, we are only two people. But this is how things change.
Death Wish
[from trailer]
Punk Leader: Who are you?
Paul Kersey: Your last customer.
[Paul shoots the punk leader]
Captain Phillips
Muse: Look at me.
Captain Richard Phillips: Sure.
Muse: Look at me.
Captain Richard Phillips: Sure.
Muse: I'm the captain now.
Charlies änglar
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.
Johan Falk: De 107 patrioterna
[subtitled version]
Rättens ordförande: I have to remind that you testify under oath.
Seth Rydell: Mm. But I saw nothing.
Åklagare: Then perhaps you can explain how you could see nothing. Since you in the police interviews have said that you were in the same shower room.
Seth Rydell: Soap, in the eyes.
Åklagare: Must surely have heard the scream?
Seth Rydell: I could put it like this… If you hear a scream and you stand in the shower in a big fucking shower room and your eyes are full with soap, is your first thought that there's some poor fellow who's getting stuffed down in the corner? No, that is hardly the first thought. You'll think, just as I did, that there is someone who has got soap in their eyes. And I want to add that the County Council's soap is strong as hell.
Bad Boys For Life
Marcus: I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.
Mike: What?
Bad boys
[Mike, Marcus, and Julie start arguing, nobody paying attention to his gun; Julie just walks out]
Store Clerk: Hey, freeze bitch!
Mike Lowrey: [as he points the gun her way, in a flash Mike and Marcus stop arguing and point their guns at his head] YOU freeze, bitch!
Store Clerk: Oh shit, I'm fucked.
Mike Lowrey: Now back up, put the gun down, and get me a pack of Tropical Fruit Bubblicious.
Marcus Burnett: And some Skittles.