Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: You son of a bitch! You're starting to believe what they're writing about you, aren't you? Let me tell you what you really are! You rode a 15 year old boy straight to his grave, and the rest of us straight to hell… straight to hell! William H. Bonney! You are *not* a god!
[cocks his gun and points it at Billy]
William H. Bonney: Why don't you pull the trigger and find out?
Etikettarkiv: Äventyr
Mumien – drakkejsarens grav
Rick O'Connell: Look kid, I've put down more mummies in my time than you.
Alex O'Connell: You put down one mummy, Dad.
Rick O'Connell: Yeah. Same mummy… *twice*.
Hundraettåringen som smet från notan och försvann
Allan Karlsson: [when finding the therapist dead on the floor, having choked to death on a champagne bottle cork] He's drunk himself to death quite quickly, he has. Well, at least he won't have to have any hangover tomorrow.
Fortsätt läsa Hundraettåringen som smet från notan och försvann
Hundraåringen som klev ut genom fönstret och försvann
Allan Karlsson: If you want to kill me, you'd better hurry, because I'm 100 years old.
Fortsätt läsa Hundraåringen som klev ut genom fönstret och försvann
The Magnificent Seven
Sam Chisolm: What we lost in the fire, we found in the ashes.
Legenden om Tarzan
John Clayton: Your son killed the only person who ever cared about me.
Chief Mbonga: It was an animal.
John Clayton: She was my mother.
Chief Mbonga: How was he to know? My son was just a boy! Not like you! Where was your honor?
John Clayton: I… I had none. I had none.
Triple 9
Jeffrey Allen: Walter? Detective Allen. First time being robbed? No fun, right?
Walter Sims: They got pictures of my family, my daughters, where we live, my daughters' school…
Jeffrey Allen: Walter, you're a bank manager. You should be smart enough to know that the monster has gone digital. Be careful what you insta-google-tweet-face.
Monster Hunter
Marshall: This shit is officially above my pay grade.
Oblivion
Jack Harper: How can man die better: than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods.
Sally: I created you, Jack. I am your god.
Jack Harper: Fuck you, Sally.
En riddares historia
Chaucer: You're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Today… today, you find yourselves equals.
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: For you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle.
[crowd, boo]
Chaucer: In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein!
[crowd roars]
Chaucer: Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.