Need Some Ice for That Burn?

Will: Do you like apples?

Clark: Yeah.

Will: Well, I got her number. How do you like them apples?

Cal: Where are you going? To him?! What, to be a whore to a gutter rat?

Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife.

Scarlett O'Hara: Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?

Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

Phillip Carlyle: They come to see you... *Your* crazy ideas, *your* new acts. The unusual...

P. T. Barnum: Well then how about you show them a smile? That'd be unusual.

Aubrey: What's your name?

Fat Amy: Fat Amy.

Aubrey: You call yourself Fat Amy?

Fat Amy: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.

Ken: Ray, you are about the worst tourist in the whole world.

Ray: Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin. If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me, but I didn't, so it doesn't.

Vinny: What the f*ck do you mean replicas?

Sol: They look the sh*t don't they? And nobody is gonna argue. And I've got some extra loud blanks, just in case.

Vinny: In- oh in case we have to deafen them to death?

Eddy: They're armed.

Soap: What was that? Armed? What do you mean armed? Armed with what?

Eddy: Bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with? Guns, you tit!

Mia: My Lord, did you just say "a serious musician?"

Sebastian: I don't think so. [...] So you're an actress? I thought you looked familiar. Have I seen you in anything?

Mia: Uh, the coffee shop on the Warner Brothers lot. That's a classic.

Sebastian: Oh I see. So you're a barista. I can see how you could then look down on me from all the way up there.

[After Miranda changes the time of a meeting last minute]

Nigel: But we're not expected until Tuesday. Did she say why?

Andy: Yes. She explained every detail of her decision-making. And then we brushed each others' hair and gabbed about American Idol.

Nigel: I see your point.

[Looking at an ugly painting at an art exhibit]

One Two: I've got one just like that at home, but with a little boy fishing.

Stella: Is that what they call humor where you're from?

One Two: Is that what they call art where you're from?

Mr. Pink: Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?

Joe: Because you're a fa**ot, alright?

Beni: [after the shipwreck] Hey, O'Connell! It looks to me like I've got all the hooorsees!

Rick O'Connell: Hey, Beni! Looks to me like you're on the wrong side of the riiiveeer!

Marty: Well, it's a hard world for women. I guess that's what I'm trying to say.

Hans: Yeah, it's a hard world for women, but most of the ones I know can string a sentence together.

Aurora: Would you like to come in?

Garrett: I'd rather stick needles in my eyes.

Rita: "I'd like to make her look a little more attractive. How far can you pull back?

Cameraman: How do you feel about Cleveland?"

Anderson: You know, if I were a Negro, I'd probably think the same way they do.

Ward: If you were a Negro, nobody would give a damn what you thought.

Ugarte: You despise me, don't you?

Rick: If I gave you any thought I probably would.

Hudson: Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?

Vasquez: No. Have you?

Duke Henry: I am Henry the Red, Duke of Shale, Lord of the Northland and leader of its peoples.

Ash: Well hello, Mr. Fancypants. Well, I've got news for you, pal; you ain't leadin' but two things right now, Jack and sh*t, and Jack left town.

Buzz: I've set my laser from stun to kill.

Woody: Oh, great. If anyone attacks we can blink 'em to death.

Loki: Enough! You are, all of you are beneath me! I am a god, you dull creature, and I will not be bullied by...

Hulk: (after he grabs him by the leg and knocks him out by repeatedly smashing him to the floor) Puny god.

Gus: Rule number four, never return to the scene of the crime!

Charlie: It's Josie's card, I left it by the phone.

Gus: Rule number five, if your partner turns out to be an idiot, forget rule number four.

Margaret: Pst. Psst! I am not getting in that boat!

Andrew: You don't have to. See you in three days.

Margaret: Psst! You know I can't swim!

Andrew: Hence, the boat.