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?
Edward Cullen:
It’s my job to protect you. From everyone, except my sister.
Stacker Pentecost: Today. Today… At the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. Today there is not a man nor woman in here that shall stand alone. Not today. Today we face the monsters that are at our door and bring the fight to them! Today, we are *canceling* the apocalypse!
Marvin Boggs:
I never thought I’d say this again. *I am getting the pig*!
Sara: We blind ourselves to the truth because we are weak, because we hope. But there's no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal. Aye and always.
Marian:
You call that a disguise?
Robin of Loxley:
Well it fooled everybody else!
Indiana: Do we need the monkey?
Marion: I'm surprised at you, Jones. Talking that way about our baby. He's got your looks too.
Indiana: And your brains.
Marion: I noticed that. She's a smart little thing. Smart!
[first lines]
The Huntsman: [narration] Once upon a time, in deep winter, a queen was admiring the falling snow, when she saw a rose blooming in defiance of the cold. Reaching for it she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought, "If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven's wings, and all with the strength of that rose." Soon after a daughter was born to the queen and was named Snow White.
[Sanchez is about to kill James]
Franz Sanchez:
You could have had everything.
James Bond:
Don’t you want to know why?
[Shows Sanchez Felix’s lighter, then sets Sanchez on fire]
James Bond:
Cheer up, Saunders. The operation’s a success. And officially, its still yours.
Saunders:
I have no intention of leaving it at that, 007! I’m reporting to M that you deliberately missed. Your orders were to kill that sniper!
James Bond:
*Stuff* my orders! I only kill professionals. That girl didn’t know one end of her rifle from the other. Go ahead. Tell M what you want. If he fires me, I’ll thank him for it. Whoever she was, it must have scared the living daylights out of her.