Sayingszone

Sarah Whittle: Alan, you wrestled an alligator for me.
Alan Parrish: It was a crocodile. Alligators don’t have that little fringe on their hind leg.
Sarah Whittle: My mistake.

Alan Parrish: [in terror] “A hunter from the darkest wild… makes you feel just like a child.”
Sarah Whittle: What is it?
Alan Parrish: Van Pelt.

Alan Parrish: Are you my little sister?
Judy Shepherd: No. I’m Judy and he’s Peter.

Hunter Van Pelt: Not good enough Sonny Jim! I’m coming, ready or not…

Judy Shepherd: Our parents are dead too. They were in the middle east negotiating peace when- [Gets nudged by Peter]

Gun salesman: [van Pelt places empty shotgun shells onto the gun store counter] You know they stopped making these in 1903…?
Hunter Van Pelt: Damn.

Judy Shepherd: There’s a lion in my aunt’s bedroom, what am I supposed to do about that?
Alan Parrish: What do I look like, a Ringling brother?
Judy Shepherd: But she’ll be home soon.
Alan Parrish: Won’t she be surprised? I hope she’s not allergic to cats.

Young Alan Parrish: I guess I’m not ready for Cliffside, then!
Sam Parrish: We’re taking you there next Sunday! And I don’t want to hear another word about it!
Young Alan Parrish: You won’t! I’m never talking to you again!

Peter Shepherd: This will not be an easy mission. Monkeys slow the expedition.

Sarah Whittle: You could’ve told us there was a man in there with a rifle who hunts people.
Alan Parrish: Well, I didn’t know, okay? It’s just the roll of the dice.

Judy Shepherd: [tries to roll the dice, but the game board doesn't recognize it] Alan, it’s not working.
Alan Parrish: [inspects the game board] Oh, no. It’s not your turn.
Judy Shepherd: Yes, it is. I rolled first. Then Peter twice because he had doubles. Now it’s my turn again.
Alan Parrish: No, look. Two of these pieces are yours, right? What about the other pieces?
[spots his old game piece]
Alan Parrish: The elephant was mine. You’re playing the game that I started in 1969. Now I’m going to have to play.
[Judy offers the dice to him]
Alan Parrish: It’s not my turn.
Judy Shepherd: Then whose turn is it?
Alan Parrish: Sarah Whittle.

Alan Parrish: Don’t worry. I’ve done this before. Once.

Alan Parrish: In the jungle you must wait / ‘Til the dice read five or eight.

Judy Shepherd: What happened to you? You shave with a piece of glass?
Alan Parrish: What happened to you? The Clampett’s have a yard sale?

Young Sarah: At night they fly, you better run. These winged things are not much fun.

Judy Shepherd: A law of the jungle has been broken – it will set back more than your token.”
Sarah Whittle: You tried to cheat?
Peter Shepherd: No. I tried to drop the dice so they would land on twelve.
Sarah Whittle: Oh, well, honey, that would be cheating.

Alan Parrish: Beware of the ground on which you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand.

DS Andy Wainwright: It’s alright, Andy! It’s just bolognaise!

Simon Skinner, Nicholas Angel: SWAN!

Joyce Cooper: FASCIST!
Nicholas Angel: Hag!

DS Andy Wainwright: You do know there are more guns in the country than there are in the city.
DS Andy Cartwright: Everyone and their mums is packin’ round here!
Nicholas Angel: Like who?
DS Andy Wainwright: Farmers.
Nicholas Angel: Who else?
DS Andy Cartwright: Farmers’ mums.

Metropolitan Police Inspector: [darkly] You don’t want me to get the Chief Inspector down here, do you?
Nicholas Angel: Yes, I would actually.
Metropolitan Police Inspector: Very well.
[to a man by the door]
Metropolitan Police Inspector: Kenneth?

Nicholas Angel: There’s no way you could perpetrate that amount of carnage and mayhem and not incur a significant amount of paperwork.

Danny Butterman: By the power of Greyskull!

[after having been shot]
Reverend Philip Shooter: Jesus Christ!

[First night in Sandford]
Nicholas Angel: I’m taking you to the station.
[pause]
Nicholas Angel: Where is it?

[while holding a ginger-haired boy hostage]
Simon Skinner: Stop, or the ginger-nut gets it!

Simon Skinner: This is the 21st century — many people hold down more than one job.

Nicholas Angel: Sergeant Butterman, the little hand says it’s time to rock and roll!

[in a crime scene, where everyone is masked and wearing the same clothes]
Nicholas Angel: Janine, I’ve been transferred and I’m moving away for a while.
“Not” Janine: I’m not Janine.

Dr. Robin Hatcher: I brought you into this world, Danny. It seems fit I should take you out of it!

Danny Butterman: Well, I didn’t get a good look at his face. I’m not made of eyes!

Danny Butterman: What about… ‘Lethal Weapon’?
Nicholas Angel: No.
Danny Butterman: You’ve seen ‘Die Hard’, though?
Nicholas Angel: No.
Danny Butterman: ‘Bad Boys II’?
Nicholas Angel: No.
Danny Butterman: You ain’t seen ‘Bad Boys II’?

Michael: Yarp.

Danny Butterman: Want anything from the shop?

Simon Skinner: I’m a slasher! I must be stopped!

Danny Butterman: Ever fired your gun in the air and yelled, ‘Aaaaaaah?’

Danny Butterman: Do you want anything from the shop?
Nicholas Angel: Cornetto.

PC Doris Thatcher: What makes you think it was murrderr?

Stuntman Mike: Do I frighten you?
[Arlene nods]
Stuntman Mike: Is it my scar?
Arlene: It’s your car.
Stuntman Mike: Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. It’s my mom’s car.

Doc Block: I want to eat your brains… and gain your knowledge.

Cherry: It’s go go, not cry cry.

Dr. William Block: We gotta lose the arm, Joe.
Joe: Lose the arm? What do you mean, “lose the arm?” My arm?

Wray: I never miss.

Lt. Muldoon: You want the story? Let me spin it for you quick.

Fu Manchu: THIS IS MY MECCA!

Stuntman Mike: This car is 100% death proof, only to get the benefit of it honey, you really need to be sitting in my seat!

J.T.: Best in Texas.

Zoe: What are you going to do? Blow him?
Abernathy: [repulsed] No!
Abernathy: [pause] I’m going to insinuate that Lee is.

Stuntman Mike: There are few things fetching as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel.

Sheriff Hague: Where the hell are you going?
Wray: I’m going to get Cherry.
Sheriff Hague: Fine, but we’re taking my car.
[his car explodes]
Sheriff Hague: [looking back at Wray] I’m riding with you.

Stuntman Mike: Well Pam, which way you goin’ left or right?
Pam- segment ‘Death Proof’: Right.
Stuntman Mike: Ah, that’s too bad.
Pam- segment ‘Death Proof’: Why?
Stuntman Mike: Well, because there was a 50/50 shot on whether you’d be going left. You see, we’re both going left. You could have just as easily been going left too and if that was the case, it would have been awhile before you started getting scared. But since you’re going the other way, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to start getting scared… immediately.

Cherry: You a doctor?
Dr. Dakota Block: Hm. I was earlier tonight.
Cherry: I always wanted to be a doctor, instead, I can do this. Useless talent number 66. I’m very pliable.
Dr. Dakota Block: You know my girlfriend had a theory, she said that you find a use for every useless talent you ever had.
Cherry: I’m not that optimistic. I feel like I’m stuck a drain and I can’t get out.
Dr. Dakota Block: [Interrupts Cherry] She’d say, “when you’re stuck in that spiral, just reach up”.
Cherry: What if there’s nothing up there?
Dr. Dakota Block: Just reach up.
The Rapist: [Comes in] You’re a dancer.
Cherry: I was earlier tonight.
The Rapist: Well I’m pulling you out of retirement!

Lucilla: Today I saw a slave become more powerful than the Emperor of Rome.

Lucilla: My brother hates all the world and you most of all.
Maximus: Because your father chose me.
Lucilla: No. Because my father loved you. And because I loved you.

Proximo:I know that you are a man of your word, General. I know that you would die for honour, for Rome, for the memory of your ancestors. But as for me? I’m an entertainer.

Lucilla: I want to help you.
Maximus Decimus Meridius: Yes, you can help me… Forget you ever knew me, and never come back here again.

Maximus: Three weeks from now, I will be harvesting my crops. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so.

Gracchus: He enters Rome like a conquering hero. But what has he conquered?
Falco: Give him time, Gracchus. He’s young, he may do very well.
Gracchus: For Rome, Falco? Or for you?

Maximus: What we do in life… echoes in eternity!

Maximus: Three thousand of my men are lying there in the frozen mud, five hundred are bloodied and cleaved and two thousand will never leave this place. I will not believe that they fought and died for nothing!
Marcus: Then what would you believe?
Maximus: That they FOUGHT FOR YOU! I have seen much of the world, it is brutal cruel and dark. Rome is the light!
Marcus: And yet you have never been there! I am dying, Maximus!

Proximo: Can any of them fight? I’ve got a match coming up.
Slave Trader: Some are good for fighting, others for dying. You need both, I think.

Maximus Decimus Meridius: At my signal, unleash hell.

Juba: You have a great name. He must kill your name before he kills you.

Maximus Decimus Meridius: Proximo, are you in danger of becoming a good man?

Lucius Verus: Are you the one they call the Spaniard?
Maximus: Yes.
Lucius Verus: They said you were a giant. They said you could crush a man’s skull with one hand.
Maximus: A man’s? No. A boy’s?

Titus: We who are about to die salute you.

Maximus: Many things change.
Lucilla: Many things, not everything.

Proximo: We mortals are but shadows and dust.

Maximus: Do you find it difficult to do your duty?
Cicero: Sometimes I do what I want to do. The rest of the time, I do what I have to.

Juba: Can they hear you?
Maximus Decimus Meridius: Who?
Juba: Your family. In the afterlife.
Maximus Decimus Meridius: Oh yes.
Juba: What do you say to them?
Maximus Decimus Meridius: To my son — I tell him I will see him again soon. To keep his heels down while riding his horse. To my wife… that is not your business.

Commodus: What did you feel when you saw him?
Lucilla: (holding back emotion) I felt nothing.
Commodus: He wounded you deeply, didn’t he?
Lucilla: No more than I wounded him.

Proximo: Those giraffes you sold me, they won’t mate. They just walk around, eating, and not mating. You sold me… queer giraffes. I want my money back.

Maximus: You know dirt cleans a lot easier than blood, Quintus.

Maximus: I knew a man once who said, “Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back.”
Commodus: I wonder, did your friend smile at his own death?
Maximus: You must know. He was your father.
Commodus: You loved my father, I know. But so did I. That makes us brothers, doesn’t it? Smile for me now, brother.

Commodus: [as he smothers his father] I would butcher the whole world if you would only love me.

Holly Gennero McClane: After all your posturing, all your speeches, you’re nothing but a common thief.
Hans Gruber: I am an exceptional thief, Mrs. McClane. And since I’m moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite.

John McClane: A hundred million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.

Hans Gruber: And what idiot put you in charge?
Holly Gennero: You did. When you killed my boss. Now everyone’s looking to me. Personally, I’d pass on the job. I don’t enjoy being this close to you.

Karl: No one kills him but me! Understood?

Dwayne T. Robinson: They’re gonna need some more FBI guys, I guess.

Hans Gruber: When you steal $600, you can just disappear. But when you steal $600 million, they will find you, unless they think you’re already dead.

Tony: You’re not going to hurt me.
John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not?
Tony: Because you’re a policeman. There are rules for policemen.
John McClane: Yeah. That’s what my captain keeps telling me.

Joseph Takagi: You want money? What kind of terrorists are you?
Hans Gruber: Who said we were terrorists?

Businessman: You don’t like flying, do you?
John McClane: What gives you that idea?
Businessman: You want to know the secret to surviving air travel? After you get where you’re going, take off your shoes and your socks then walk around on the rug bare foot and make fists with your toes.
John McClane: Fists with your toes?

[Reading what McClane wrote on the dead terrorist's shirt.]
Hans Gruber: Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.

[John throws a body onto a cop car to get his attention.]
John McClane: Welcome to the party, pal!

FBI Special Agent Johnson: Figure we take out the terrorists. Lose twenty, twenty-five percent of the hostages.
FBI Agent Johnson: I can live with that.

John McClane: [before jumping] I promise I will never even THINK about going up in a tall building again. Oh, God. Please don’t let me die.

Harry Ellis: Business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen. What’s the difference?

Hans Gruber: You can unlock the vault, can’t you?
Theo: You didn’t bring me along for my charming personality.

FBI Agent Johnson: [on the phone] Hello this is agent Johnson.
FBI Agent Johnson: No, the other one.

John McClane: Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.

Hans Gruber: I am going to count to three, there will not be a four. Give me the code.

Argyle: So, why didn’t you come with her man? What’s up?
John McClane: ‘Cause I’m a New York cop. I got a six-month backlog on New York scumbags I’m still trying to put behind bars. I can’t just pick up and go that easy.

Hans Gruber: You an American?
John McClane: Only if New Jersey counts.