Ringo: Funny thing about safe deposit boxes… ain't nothing safe about them.
Etikettarkiv: Thriller
Need for Speed
Monarch: Racers should race, cops should eat donuts.
Regression
Bruce Kenner: I am starting to use my head again.
The Hunger Games: Mockingjay, Part 1
[from trailer]
President Snow: Miss Everdeen, it is the things we love most that destroy us.
The Girl in the Spider’s Web
Lisbeth Salander: You can't blame me for leaving that day.
Camilla Salander: That day? This is not about a day. This is about a lifetime. Are you not Lisbeth Salander, the righter of wrongs? The girl who hurts men who hurt women? All those lucky ladies. Wives, mothers, sisters. I could never figure it out. Why did you help everyone but me? For sixteen years, every day, you chose not to save me.
The Mechanic
Arthur Bishop: Good judgment comes from experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
Contagion
Dr. Ally Hextall: We've sequenced the virus, determined its origin and we've modeled the way it enters the cells of the lung and the brain. The virus contains both bat and pig sequences. The dark green is pig, and the light green is bat. And here you can see the crossover event. Bat, bat, and pig, bat. And here is a model of the virus and how it attaches to its host. The blue is virus, and the gold is human, and the red is the viral attachment protein and the green is its receptor in the human cells. These receptors are found in the cells of both the respiratory tract and the central nervous system. And the virus attaches to the cell like a key slipping into a lock. Somewhere in the world, the wrong pig met up with the wrong bat.
Peppermint
Diego Garcia: [over walkie-talkie] I can hear the pain in your voice. You're hurting. You're hurting bad. Out-manned, out-gunned. How you really think this is gonna go?
Riley North: I'm gonna shoot you in your fucking face. And then I'll pretty much figure it out from there.
Hereditary
Peter: You okay, Mom?
Annie: What?
Peter: Is there something on your mind?
Annie: Is there something on *your* mind?
Peter: Just seems like there… might be something you… wanna say.
Steve: Peter.
Annie: Like what? I mean, why would I wanna say something so I can watch you sneer at me?
Peter: Sneer at you? I don't ever sneer at you.
Annie: Oh, sweetie, you don't have to. You get your point across.
Peter: Okay, so, fine, then say what you wanna say, then.
Steve: Peter.
Annie: I don't wanna say anything. I've tried saying…
Peter: Okay, so try again. Release yourself.
Annie: Oh, release you, you mean?
Peter: Yeah, fine, release me, just say it! Just fucking say it!
Annie: DON'T you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you EVER raise your voice at me! I am your mother! You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face! So full of disdain and resentment and always so annoyed! Well, now your sister is dead! And I know you miss her and I know it was an accident and I know you're in pain and I wish could take that away for you. I WISH I could shield you from the knowledge that you did what you did, but you're sister is dead! She's gone forever! And what a waste… if it could've maybe brought us together, or something, if you could've just said "I'm sorry" or faced up to what happened, maybe then we could do something with this, but you can't take responsibility for anything! So, now I can't accept. And I can't forgive. Because… because NOBODY admits anything they've done!
Copshop
Anthony Lamb: Yeah, well. You in the cop business. So that makes you a murderer. But I'm in the murder business, so that just makes me a laborer. You see how that works?