Lord Richard Croft: All myths are foundations of reality.

Lord Richard Croft: All myths are foundations of reality.
Greg: Orson Fortune. That is a sexy name. It is. You must fancy him a bit.
[From trailer]
Bilbo Baggins: One day I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad, those who survived… and those that did not.
Sherlock Holmes: Uh, hmm… Right. Where are the wagons?
Madam Simza Heron: The wagon is too slow. Can't you ride?
Dr. John Watson: It's not that he can't ride… How is it you put it, Holmes?
Sherlock Holmes: They're dangerous at both ends and… crafty in the middle. Why would I want anything with a mind of its own bobbing about between my legs?
Elena: [in a confessional, Alejandro posing as a priest] I have broken the fourth commandment, padre.
Alejandro Murrieta: You killed somebody?
Elena: No, that is not the fourth commandment.
Alejandro Murrieta: [pause] Of course not. Tell me, in what way did you break the most sacred of commandments.
Elena: I dishonored my father.
Alejandro Murrieta: That is not so bad. Maybe your father deserved it.
Elena: What?
Alejandro Murrieta: I said tell me more, my child.
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Hugh Glass' Wife: As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe. Keep breathing. When there is a storm and you stand in front of a tree, if you look at its branches, you swear it will fall. But if you watch the trunk, you will see its stability.
Morgan: Mother, did you get the two dick pics I sent you?
Balin: [sees a chamber full of dead dwarves, with their only means of escape blocked] The last of our kin. They must have come here hoping beyond hope. We could make for the mines. Might last a few days.
Thorin Oakenshield: No. I will not die like this, cowering, clawing for breath. We make for the forges.
Dwalin: He'll see us! Sure as death.
Thorin Oakenshield: Not if we split up.
Balin: Thorin, we'll never make it.
Thorin Oakenshield: Some of us might. Lead him to the forges. We kill the dragon. If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together!
Harry Hogge: Cole, you're wandering all over the track!
Cole Trickle: Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me.
Harry Hogge: No, no, he didn't slam you, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you… he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin'.
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.