James T. Kirk: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Spock: An Arabic proverb attributed to a prince who was betrayed and decapitated by his own subjects.
James T. Kirk: Well, still, it's a hell of a quote.

James T. Kirk: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Spock: An Arabic proverb attributed to a prince who was betrayed and decapitated by his own subjects.
James T. Kirk: Well, still, it's a hell of a quote.
Spock Prime: James T. Kirk!
James T. Kirk: Excuse me?
Spock Prime: How did you find me?
James T. Kirk: Whoa… how do you know my name?
Spock Prime: I have been and always shall be your friend.
James T. Kirk: Wha…
[shakes head]
James T. Kirk: Uh… look… I-I don't know you.
Spock Prime: I am Spock.
James T. Kirk: Bullshit.
Kelly Garrett: Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.
[Brown walks towards the restroom mirror and breathes deeply]
Jesse Brown: You ain't shit.
[breathing deeply again]
Jesse Brown: You ain't never landing that plane, nigger.
[continues to breathe deeply]
Jesse Brown: Boy.
[continued deep breathing]
Jesse Brown: Your monkey-ass shouldn't even be flying.
[Continues to breathe deeply as tears flow down his face. He grunts before shaking his head off and looks down. He then wipes his tears and looks at the mirror again before heading to the USS Leyte]
Conor: Your stories never made sense to me.
The Monster: Because humans are complicated beasts. You believe comforting lies, while knowing full well the painful truth that makes those lies necessary. In the end, Conor, it is not important what you think. It is only important what you do.
Conor: So what do I do?
The Monster: What you did just now. You speak the truth.
Conor: That's all?
The Monster: You think it's easy? You were willing to die rather than speak it.
Sam Nelson: [Angel has a conversation in Spanish to Manny]
[on his granddaughter]
Sam Nelson: Wasn't It A Good Idea For Her To Go To Private School
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it's worth fighting for.
[Sarah hugs Pops before going into the Time Displacement Equipment. Pops doesn't understand the meaning of a hug]
Guardian: That's a meaningless gesture. Why hold onto someone you must let go?
Molly Weasley: [to Bellatrix Lestrange] Not my daughter, you bitch!
Ethan Hunt: [sitting in an outdoor café] So, how does it feel to be a solid citizen again?
Luther Stickell: Man, I don't know. I'm gonna miss bein' disreputable.
Ethan Hunt: Well, Luther, if it makes you feel any better, I'll always think of you that way.