I found these 77 quotes with the "drama" tag:

[Weaver bíró leállítja James Durgo nyomozó tanúvallomását, és magához hívatja az ügyvédeket]

Weaver bíró: Mr. Biegler, you finally got your rape into the case, and I think all the details should now be made clear to the jury. What exactly was the undergarment just referred to?
Paul Biegler: Panties, Your Honor.
Weaver bíró: Do you expect this subject to come up again?
Paul Biegler: Yes, Sir.
Weaver bíró: There's a certain light connotation attached to the word "panties." Can we find another name for them?
Mitch Lodwick: I never heard my wife call 'em anything else.
Weaver bíró: Mr. Biegler?
Paul Biegler: I'm a bachelor, Your Honor.
Weaver bíró: That's a great help. Mr. Dancer?
Claude Dancer: When I was overseas during the war, Your Honor, I learned a French word. I'm afraid that might be slightly suggestive.
Weaver bíró: Most French words are.

Lorenzo: I didn't know you like pigeons so much.
King Benny: I like anything that don't talk.

Laura Jesson: I've fallen in love. I'm an ordinary woman. I didn't think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.

Social assistant: At present, no countries are willing to accept homosexual parents. There's nothing I can do about that.
Sven: If there aren't any foreign children, what about Swedish children? A Swedish kid would be fine... I mean, I don't mind if the kid's Swedish or Danish...Well, maybe not Danish...

Claude Chavasse: In Paris people eat better, and in Paris people make love, well, perhaps not better, but certainly more often.

 

 

Ariane: They're very odd people, you know. When they're young, they have their teeth straightened, their tonsils taken out and gallons of vitamins pumped into them. Something happens to their insides! They become immunized, mechanized, air-conditioned and hydromatic. I'm not even sure whether he has a heart.
Michel: What is he? A creature from outer space?
Ariane: No. He's an American.

 

Frank: What does he export and what does he import?
Ariane: Oh, he uh - he exports perfume and imports bananas. There's a fortune in it. Do you realize that for one bottle of perfume you get twelve bananas?
Frank: Twelve bananas for one bottle of - doesn't sound like such a hot deal to me.
Ariane: It's a tiny bottle of perfume and very large bananas. 

Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Bailey: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.


Joe Stephanos: I often wondered what happened to him. Then one day I'm breezing through here, and there's his name up on a sign.
Marny: It's a small world.
Joe Stephanos: Yeah. Or a big sign.


Kathie: Oh Jeff, you ought to have killed me for what I did a moment ago.
Bailey:  There's time.


Ann: She can't be all bad. No one is.
Bailey: Well, she comes the closest.


Bailey: You say to yourself, "How hot can it get?" Then, in Acapulco, you find out.

Farsethås: Have you had bowel movements today?
Leni: Yes.
Farsethås: Solid and abundant?
Leni: Yes, father.
Farsethås: Splendid! We are in excellent health!

Mrs. Atwater: Do you know when I was a girl I used to read quite a bit.
Brandon: We all do strange things in our childhood.

 

Brandon: Nobody commits a murder just for the experiment of committing it. Nobody except us.

 

Brandon: Good and evil, right and wrong were invented for the ordinary average man, the inferior man, because he needs them.

 

Rupert: After all, murder is - or should be - an art. Not one of the 'seven lively', perhaps, but an art nevertheless. And, as such, the privilege of committing it should be reserved for those few who are really superior individuals.
Brandon: And the victims: inferior beings whose lives are unimportant anyway.
Rupert: Obviously. Now, mind you, I don't hold with the extremists who feel that there should be open season for murder all year round. No, personally, I would prefer to have...”Cut a Throat Week"... or, uh, "Strangulation Day"...

diKen: Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Jimmy: She's ain't my girlfriend. She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken: I was not aware that there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Jimmy: You just have to look in the right places... brothels are good.
Ken: Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Jimmy: Thank you.

 

Ray: What are they doing over there? They're filming something. They're filming midgets!
Ken: Ray...
[Ray runs off and watches Jimmy being instructed by the director, who Jimmy flicks off as soon as he leaves]
Ken: Ray, come on. Let's go.
Ray: Fuck off, Ken. They're filming midgets.

Harry: An Uzi? I'm not from South Central Los Fucking Angeles. I didn't come here to shoot twenty black ten year olds in a drive-by. I want a normal gun for a normal person.

 

Chlo: There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.
Ray: Of course there hasn't. It's a shithole.
Chlo: Bruges is my home town, Ray.
Ray: Well, it's still a shithole.

Ray: Do you think this is good?
Ken: Do I think what's good?
Ray: You know, going around in a boat, looking at stuff?
Ken: Yes, I do. It's called sight-seeing.

LeRoy: Then they're gonna fry you in the electric chair. You know the noise the electric chair makes?
Rhoda: They don't put little girls in the electric chair.
LeRoy: They don't? They got a little blue chair for little boys and a little pink chair for little girls.

Keet: Will you be happy when I come home? I'm happy today. You?
Brand: When you come home.
Keet: Aren't you happy now?
Brand: No, but I still have the whole day.


Brand: Can I see one of your breasts?
Lena: A breast?
Brand: One breast. The right one. So I'll stay curious about the other.

Keet: Why is she crying?
Brand: How should I know?
Keet: She just starts crying like that?
Brand: She's from the city.
Keet: So?
Brand: They cry more easily.

Keet: Brand, darling. Come on. Join me.
Brand: With shit on my ass?
Keet: I'll lick it off, if you like.
Brand: Save the seductive talk. It doesn't make me horny.

Lena: Do you love Kate?
Brand: Yes.
Lena: What do you want then?
Brand: Oh, Lena. A breast. One breast.

Harbour: What's it like, being dead?
Wilbur: It's dull as dishwater. It's silent and completely dark... it's like being in Wales.

 

Wilbur: Horst. Is that German for "sausage"?
Horst: No. But it's close.

Christoffer: Can You recommend anything?
Waiter: No.
Maja: The Czechs are famous for goulash
Christoffer: Isn't that the Hungarians? Let's have that then.
Maja: We'll have two goulash please and red wine.
Waiter: No goulash on Tuesdays.
[...]
Maja: And can we have red wine on Tuesdays?
Waiter: Why not?


Alena: Káva?
Cristoffer: You live in this house?
Alena: Káva?
Cristoffer: Yes, you live in this káva?
Alena: Coffee?
Cristoffer: Oh, coffee! Yeah, ok!

Maja: Listen, couldn't you for once show me what you're feeling? You don't have to cry. Just slap me or spit in my face.
Christoffer: I'd like to spit in your face but my mouth's too dry.

Gerard: What a nice donkey, he moves so fast. Very modern.

 

 

Marie: Don't you believe in anything?
Merchant: I believe in what I own. I love money. I hate death.
Marie: You'll die like everyone else.
Merchant: I will bury them all.

 

Gerard: Lend him to us.
Marie's Mother: He's worked enough. He's old. He's all I have.
Gerard: Just for a day.
Marie's Mother: Besides, he's a saint.

[after a man is decapitated]
Caligula: If only all of Rome had just one neck...

[Caligula is sick with the fever]
Attendent: I offer my life if Jupiter will only spare our beloved Emperor!
Caligula: Jupiter accepts your offer.
[Caligula turns to his guards]
Caligula: Execute him.

Caligula: I have existed from the morning of the world and I shall exist until the last star falls from the night. Although I have taken the form of Gaius Caligula, I am all men as I am no man and therefore I am a God. I shall wait for the unanimous decision of the Senate Claudius...
Claudius: All those who say aye, say aye.
Caligula: Aye... Aye!
Senators: Aye! Aye! Aye!..
Chaerea: He's a god now...
Caligula: [imitating sheep] Baaaaa

Rosemary: You... you had me while I was out?
Guy: It was kinda fun in a necrophile sort of way.

 

 

Rosemary: I dreamed someone was raping me. I think it was someone inhuman.
Guy: Thanks a lot.

 

Rosemary: What have you done to him? What have you done to his eyes, you maniacs!
Roman: He has his father's eyes.
Rosemary: What do you mean? Guy's eyes are normal!

 

Rosemary: Oh, God!
Roman: God is dead! Satan lives!

 

Mrs. Gilmore: We're your friends, Rosemary. There's nothing to be scared about. Honest and truly there isn't!

Traude Krüger: You remind me of someone, warden.
Dir. Meyerbeer: Meyerbeer...
Traude Krüger: My first warden also refused to be called warden.
Dir. Meyerbeer: Head of penitentiary?
Traude Krüger: SS-Sturmbannführer.


Traude Krüger: The words 'sorry', 'please' and 'thank you' are missing in your letter.
Jenny von Loeben: Sorry. Please. Thank you.


Traude Krüger: Strange how hard it is for both of us.
Jenny von Loeben: What?
Traude Krüger:... to be friendly.


Traude Krüger: You think today was an easy day for me? Why do you think I've stayed here for 60 years?
Jenny von Loeben: Because of a dead body? Great! A lesbian who likes corpses. You're a perverted freak, madam.


Gerhard von Loeben: I hope you win, Jenny.
Jenny von Loeben: I hope you die, Daddy.


Traude Krüger: Today is my last day. I just want to get my piano.
Kowalski: Tell me, Mrs. Krüger... What do those guys have that others don't?
Traude Krüger: One's a murderer and the other raped his niece.
Kowalski: I'll miss you, Mrs. Krüger.

Henry Hill: [narrating] Whenever we needed money, we'd rob the airport. To us, it was better than Citibank.

Tommy DeVito: He said, "No, you're gonna tell me something today, tough guy." I said, "All right, I'll tell you something: go fuck your mother."

Tommy DeVito: [after Killing Morrie] I thought he'd never shut the fuck up!

Tommy DeVito: [about Morrie's corpse] Hey Frank, let's chop him up.
Frankie Carbone: All right.
[starts to get out of the car]
Tommy DeVito: Where you going? Where you going, you dizzy motherfucker, you?
Frankie Carbone: To chop him up.
Tommy DeVito: At Charlie's, not here!
[Carbone mumbles to himself in Italian]
Tommy DeVito: Come on, what are you doing? Let's get the fuck outta here. I oughta let Morrie's corpse fucking drive. What are you waiting for?
Frankie Carbone: The car's cold.
Tommy DeVito: Get the fuck outta here! What fucking warm enough? Get outta here!

Grace Fisher: You can't just eat apples all the time.
Leonard: Why not?
Grace Fisher: It's unhealthy.

 

 

Malee: Boys my age are so immature, you know? I'm more attracted to older gentlemen.
Gus: Well, you know, you don't wanna date somebody older than you, do you? I mean, an age difference, that can cause problems.
Malee: What kind of problems?
Gus: Well, I don't... you know, problems. You know, I think when a couple has an age difference, they end up splitting up because they want different things.
Malee: You mean sex?
Gus: Uh, no. No.

 

 

Jacob: No offence, but I never thought my future brother would be a... well, a "brotha".
Keith: I never thought my future brother would have a KOOL AID stain, smeared across his face.
Jacob: Fuck you, it's a birthmark!

Willie: You're sure you don't want a TV dinner?
Eva: Yes. I'm not hungry. Why is it called TV dinner?
Willie: Um... You're supposed to eat it while you watch TV. Television.
Eva: I know what a TV is. Where does that meat come from?
Willie: What do you mean?
Eva: What does that meat come from?
Willie: I guess it comes from a cow.
Eva: From a cow? It doesn't even look like meat.
Willie: Eva, stop bugging me, will you? You know, this is the way we eat in America. I got my meat, I got my potatoes, I got my vegetables, I got my dessert, and I don't even have to wash the dishes.

 

Eddie: You know, last year before I met your cousin, I never know you were from Hungary or Budapest or any of those places.
Willie: So what?
Eddie: I thought you were an American.
Willie: Hey, I'm as American as you are.
[Silence. They begin driving into Cleveland]
Eddie: Does Cleveland look a little like, uh, Budapest?
Willie: Eddie, shut up.

Dito: I don't know what I was expecting to happen. In the end, just like I said, I left everything and everyone, but no one ...
No one has ever left me.

[Courtesy of Mrs. L.]

Dad: You can't make things like that up, son. Killing people is wrong, destroying demons is good. Don't worry, God will send you your own list when you're older.

 

 

Young Fenton: Dad kills people and you help him!
Young Adam: Uh-uh. We're just fulfilling God's will. I'm telling Dad on you!

 

Young Adam: Let's go see Meatballs.
Young Fenton: Nah. I'm gonna go see 'The Warriors'
Young Adam: But uh, that's rated 'R'!
Young Fenton: We'll sneak in. Or you don't have to come.
Young Adam: Aw, come on Fenton. You know I don't like to see movies by myself. Please?
Young Fenton: Goodnight Adam.

Derek: All right, come on .. Stop missing out, all right? Come on ...You are the most beautiful girl I know, so what's the matter? When I first saw you, I thought you was a like a star or something. You know? And you know whats more, huh? We'we got a future. You and me. So we're really good. Do you believe me? Come on, do you believe me?
Girl: ...Yeah ...
Derek: Right, good! So get in there and fuck'em for me! They've come down a long way. They're good friends of mine. You are beautiful, you are, you know that? You are beautiful ... So go on, in you go!

[Courtesy of Mrs. L.]

[first lines]
Ann: Garbage. All i've been thinking about all week is garbage. I mean, i just can't stop thinking about it.

Ann: I think that um... I think that sex is overrated. I think that people place far too much importance on it, and I think that stuff about women wantin' it just as bad as men is crap. I mean I think that women want it, I just don't think that they want it for the same reason that men think they do.

Cynthia: The organ itself seemed like a, a separate thing, um, a separate entity to me. I mean, when he finally pulled it out, and I could look at it and touch it, I completely forgot that there was a guy attached to it. I remember literally being startled when the guy spoke to me.

Jean: It's art, darling. You look. You don't have to understand it.

Jimmy: You never said we'd have Bang-fucking-kok in the hallway!
Lionel: That's an unprovoked racist slur.
Porna: Excuse me, we are from Bom-fucking-bay!

Jimmy: We're broke, we're desperate, we're hopeless... The fag doesn't pay, the Shit doesn't pay...
Chloe McBain: Don't call him "the fag!"
Daphne McBain: Don't call him "the Shit!"
Shitty: At least I'm "the Shit." You're just A shit.

Newton: The strange thing about television is that it doesn't tell you everything. It shows you everything about life on Earth, but the true mysteries remain. Perhaps it's in the nature of television. Just waves in space.

Mary-Lou: What happens to you when you drink?
Newton: I see things.
Mary-Lou: What things?
Newton: Bodies.
Mary-Lou: Bodies? Women?
Newton: And men.
Mary-Lou: Men!

Chas: I've got a message for you. From an old pal. An old pal and an old partner, who wants you to know, number one that he's ever so upset about all this aggravation you got. And number two, don't involve old pals. [...] Now let's face it. They're gonna convict you. It's better to spend five years of your life in a nice comfy nick than rest of your miserable existence in a filthy wheelchair.
Lawyer: Are you threatening my client?
Chas: You bet I am, poncey.

Chas: I need a bohemian atmosphere!

[Chas flicks his cigarette ash onto a rug]
Turner: That rug's over two hundred years old.
Chas: Yeah, it looks it.

Chas: [to Mick Jagger] You're a comical little geezer. You'll look funny when you're fifty.

Alex: Ez itt Sammy Davis Jr. Jr., nagyapa vakvezető szukája. (...) Legjobban azt szereti, amikor a kedvenc dalát éneklem: a Billie Jean-t Michael Jacksontól.

Jonathan: Miért hívják Sammy Davis Jr. Jr.-nak?
Alex: Mert Sammy Davis Jr. nagyapa kedvenc énekese. Tudod, a Cukros Bácsi. A nigger a Rat Pack-ből.
Jonathan: És zsidó.
Alex: Mi?!
Jonathan: Igen, zsidó volt. Nem tudtad?
Alex: [a nagyapjának ukránul] Nagyapa! A zsidó azt mondja, hogy Sammy Davis Jr. is zsidó!
Nagyapa: [ukránul] A kutya?
Alex: [ukránul] Nem Jr. Jr., hanem Jr. az énekes.
Nagyapa: [ukránul] Lófaszt!
Alex: [Jonathannek angolul] Nagyapa azt mondja, hogy ez nem lehetséges.
Jonathan: Dehogynem. Áttért. Ő a leghíresebb fekete zsidó Amerikában.
Alex: De Shaq ugye nem zsidó?
Jonathan: Kicsoda?
Alex: Shaquille O'Neal, a losz ándzseleszi lékör.
Jonathan: Nem.
Alex: És Michael Jackson?
Jonathan: Nem, ő biztosan nem zsidó.

Alex: Gyakran szexelegsz amerikai lányokkal?
Jonathan: Nem igazán. És te?
Alex: Először én érdeklődöm! És te?
Jonathan: Nem igazán.
Alex: Hogy érted, "nem igazán"?
Jonathan: Nem vagyok egy szerzetes, de egy John Holmes sem.
Alex: Á, hallottam erről a John Holmes-ról. Kitűnő pénisze van.
Jonathan: Ja, az.
Alex: Nálunk Ukrajnában mindenkinek akkora pénisze van!
Jonathan: A nőknek is?
Alex: Most viccelsz, igen?
Jonathan: Igen.

Jonathan: Közel vagyunk már?
Alex: [a nagyapjának ukránul] A zsidó tudni akarja, közel vagyunk-e.
Nagyapa: [ukránul] Mondd meg neki, hogy pofa be!
Alex: [Jonathannek angolul] Nagyapa azt mondja, közeledésünk van. Azt mondja, nem tart soká, és elérjük a Lutszkba vezető gyorsutat.
Jonathan: És onnan?
Alex: [a nagyapjának ukránul] Milyen messze van Lutszk?
Nagyapa: [ukránul] Azt akarod, hogy megálljak, vagy basszátok az agyam egész Lutszkig?!
Jonathan: Mit mondott?
Alex: Nagyapa azt mondja, ha kinézel az ablakon, láthatod a csodálatos vidéki tájat.

Elliot Mantle: I've often thought that there should be beauty contests for the *insides* of bodies.

Beverly Mantle: Pain creates character distortion, it's simply not necessary.
Claire Niveau: I'm often in a lot of pain.
Beverly Mantle: What kind of pain?
Claire Niveau: I think... psychosexual.

Beverly Mantle: There's nothing the matter with the instrument, it's the body. The woman's body is all wrong!

Elliot Mantle: Why are you crying, Bev?
Beverly Mantle: Separation can be a...terrifying thing.

Walter Neff: Do I laugh now, or wait 'til it gets funny?

Barton Keyes: Suicide, how committed: by poison, by firearms, by drowning, by leaps. Suicide by poison, subdivided by TYPES of poison, such as corrosive, irritant, systemic, gaseous, narcotic, alkaloid, protein, and so forth. Suicide by leaps, subdivided by leaps from high places, under the wheels of trains, under the wheels of trucks, under the feet of horses, from STEAMBOATS. But, Mr. Norton: Of all the cases on record, there's not one single case of suicide by leap from the rear end of a moving train.

Walter Neff: I killed him for money and for a woman. I didn't get the money... and I didn't get the woman.

Walter Neff: You'll be here too?
Phyllis: I guess so, I usually am.
Walter Neff: Same chair, same perfume, same anklet?
Phyllis: I wonder if I know what you mean.
Walter Neff: I wonder if you wonder.

João de Deus: Mutasd csak a kezeid! Tiszták. Így is kell legyen. Akarod tudni, miért? A válasz roppant egyszerű, nem győzöm elégszer elismételni. Vásárlóink nagy része gyermekekből áll, ezért mindenki, aki nekem dolgozik, kezet kell mosson minden mozdulata után, például minden orrpiszkálás után. Az engedetlenség azonnali elbocsátást és bűnvádi eljárást eredményez. A közegészség forog itt kockán. Megértetted? Amikor fagylaltot szolgálsz fel, sose feledd: egy nap te is anya leszel.

Judite: Sokszor raktam szét a lábam, de sosem veszítettem el a fejem. Tudod miért? Nem kavartam össze soha: a munka munka, az élvezet az élvezet.

Jonathan: Why don't you leave me?... For God's sake, I'd almost marry you if you'd leave me.

Jonathan: Is this an ultimatum? Answer me, you ball-busting, castrating, son of a cunt bitch! Is this an ultimatum or not?

Sandy: Looks aren't everything, you know.
Jonathan: Believe me, looks are everything.

Ian: You know when you're with someone there's only a very short time when you can really give each other things for free... with neither of you having to ask. Because later on all you do is make demands of each other. Perhaps the only difference between her and all the rest is that she's asking you for nothing.

[first line]
Willard: Saigon... Shit. I'm still only in Saigon.

Willard: The crew were mostly kids. Rock & rollers with one foot in their grave.

Kilgore: You either surf or you fight.

Kilgore: I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Willard: Oh man, the shit piled up so fast in Vietnam you needed wings to stay above it.

Lance: Disneyland. Fuck, man, this is better than Disneyland.

Hubert: You are fighting for the biggest nothing in history.

Kurtz: We train young men to drop fire on people. But their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene!

Kurtz: I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.

Kurtz: We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig. Cow after cow. Village after village. Army after army.

[last lines]
Kurtz: The horror... the horror...

[first lines]
Ponyboy: [voicecover] When I stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman, and a ride home.

Ponyboy: [after climbing through the church windows] Is the guy coming?
Johnny: No.
Ponyboy: Why? Too scared?
Johnny: Naw, too fat, man.

Steve: Hate to tell you this buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.

Mrs. Lee: Your skin is great!
Mei: My dumplings are worth it. You get what you pay for.

Mei: Let me tell you, expensive cosmetics claim to contain bird's nest, longevity mushrooms, bee's pollen, pearls, essence of hot springs. All lies! For women to look younger, you must start from inside for the best color, and only my secret formula can do this.

Mei: Some say even if you're eighty, after eating them you feel eighteen again.

Mei: My forte was surgery with no bleeding, always bloodless.
Mrs. Lee: So you've saved many lives.
Mei: Nothing is left after I'm done!

Mei: Your home is so grand!
Mrs. Lee: What's the use of it? It's empty. It's a house, not a home.

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Dreyman cikkéből: "Az állami statisztikai hivatal a Hans Beimler utcában megszámol mindent, tud mindent: hány cipőt veszek évente: 2.3-at. Hány könyvet olvasok egy évben: 3.2-t. És hogy hány tanuló végez minden évben kettes átlaggal: 6347. De egy számot nem rögzítenek, mert egy ilyen szám talán sértené a bürokráciát: az öngyilkosságokét. [...] 1977 óta államunk [az NDK] nem tartja nyilván az öngyilkosságokat. [...] 9 évvel ezelőtt, amikor abbahagytuk az öngyilkosságok számlálását, csak egy olyan európai ország volt, mely magasabb értéket ért el: Magyarország."

[Nézzétek meg ezt a filmet, gyerekek!]

Solomon: You got this one?
Tummler: Yep.
Solomon: Don't kill it bitch, it's a house cat.
Tummler: It's a lesbian cat... you can tell.
Solomon: Looks like my mom.

Boy On Couch: Will you kiss me?
Midget: No.
Boy On Couch: You're not gay! You're not gay.

Tummler: When I sit down to eat, I get sexy! When I go to bed, I get hungry!

Albino Woman: I have a good personality. I have blond hair, blue eyes. I'm a hundred and thirty-five pounds... and I'm 4' 10 1/2. I have very light skin. I am considered what you would call an albino. I like men that are very sensitive... that will sit down and watch a good movie with me ... won't hit on me... will love me for me. I like men that either have blond hair, blue eyes ... or ... black or brown hair. Actually, the eyes, it really doesn't matter. My favorite movie stars are... Pamela Anderson and Patrick Swayze. Patrick Swayze is sexy. He's good-lookin'. I love that man to death. I would pay money to touch him.

Erika Kohut: I have no feelings. Get that into your head. If ever I do, they won't defeat my intelligence.

Erika Kohut: It's not very well written, I know. I'm a pianist, not a poet.

Watson Pritchard: Only the ghosts in this house are glad we're here.

Frederick Loren: Do you remember the fun we had when you poisoned me?
Annabelle Loren: [laughs] Something you ate, the doctor said.
Frederic Loren: Yes, arsenic on the rocks...

Ruth: Who would want to haunt me?
Frederick Loren: I would say any self-respecting male ghost.

[last lines]
Watson Pritchard: They're coming for me now... [looks at camera] ...and then they'll come for you.

Charley Butts: What kind of childhood did you have?
Frank Morris: Short.

English: Now you didn't sit down for two reasons, either you scared or you just hate niggers.
Morris: I'm not scared...
[sits down next to black inmates]
Morris: I just hate niggers.

English: Tíz éve egy alabamai bárban két fickó szórakozni kezdett velem. Ez volt az első hibájuk. Kést rántottak. Ez volt a második hibájuk. Nem tudtak a késsel jól bánni. És ez volt az utolsó hibájuk. Kétszer 99 évet kaptam.
Morris: Önvédelemre hivatkozhattál volna.
English: Azok a tagok fehérek voltak, ember. Akárcsak te.

[Elling is about to order two train tickets to Oslo]
Train ticket salesman: Yes?
Elling: Yes!
Train ticket salesman: You're going to?
Elling: Yes, we! Kjell Bjarne and I are going to Oslo of course.
Train ticket salesman: One way?
Elling: There are more ways?

[Ticket ordering continued]
Train ticket salesman: That'll be 130 kroner per ticket.
Elling: 130 kroner? The last time mother and I took the train to Larvik the ticket cost 25.
Train ticket salesman: That must have been about 30 years ago.
Elling: Yes.

- Mit eszik maga?
- Ez csak papír, kisasszony. Nem valami étvágygerjesztő, de becsaphatjuk vele a gyomrunkat.
- Csak ne undorodnék úgy tőle.
- A papír íze nem kellemetlen, Beatrice kisasszony. Kiskoromban az osztálytársaimmal sokszor megkóstoltuk, ha nagyon unatkoztunk az órán.

[nem saját fordítás, a DVD-ről van]

Madeleine: Get the picture?
Bucky Bleichert: Technicolor.

Bucky Bleichert: I don't get modern art.
Madeleine: I doubt modern art gets you, either.

[A film a ma elhunyt Kurt Vonnegut Jr. műve alapján készült.]

George Kraft: All the best writers are dead.

Howard W. Campbell Jr.: I guess the moral here is: you must be careful what you pretend to be because in the end you are who you're pretending to be.

Black Fuhrer of Harlem: Most things in this world don't work, but aspirin do.

Howard W. Campbell Jr.: Yes, I've changed. People should be changed by World Wars or what are World Wars for.

Howard W. Campbell Jr.: Do you believe you're guilty of murdering six million Jews?
Eichmann: Absolutely not.
Howard W. Campbell Jr.: [laughing] Oh, you were simply a soldier, were you, huh? Taking orders from the higher-ups, is that right, Eichmann? Like any good soldier.
Eichmann: [after pause] Campbell?
Howard W. Campbell Jr.: Yes?
Eichmann: About those six million ...
Howard W. Campbell Jr.Yes?
Eichmann: I don't take credit for all of them. I'm sure I could spare you a few.

David Sumner: No, I'm just glad I'm here where it's, uh, quiet... and you can breathe fresh air and drink water that doesn't have to come out of a bottle.
Norman Scutt: It isn't water that I drink out of a bottle, sir.

David Sumner: That your daddy's chair?
Amy Sumner: Every chair is my daddy's chair.

Amy Sumner: I'm sorry.
David Sumner: Are you sorry sorry, or just sorry?
Amy Sumner: Sorry sorry.

Reverend: I am now going to fill this glass with milk.
Tom Hedden: Would it work better with whiskey, vicar?
Reverend: Nothing works better with whiskey.
Tom Hedden: I do.
Reverend: You've never worked in your life, Tom.

David Sumner: Ok, you've had your fun. I'll give you one more chance, and if you don't clear out now, there'll be real trouble. I mean it.

[last lines]
Henry Niles: I don't know my way home.
David Sumner: That's okay. I don't either.

Páll: My mother dreamed of four horses while she was pregnant with me.

Petúr: You should know all about Egil Skallagrimsson. He started drinking when he was three years old, wrote his first poem when he was six and killed a man when he was eight after losing to him at football.

Dagny: You sound like a poet!
Páll: I am a great poet...

Páll: You know what the philosopher Hegel said when someone claimed that his theories conflicted with reality: "Poor reality, it must feel bad."

Petúr: I'll end up as a village dentist whose greatest pleasure in life will be pulling teeth out of people who disagree with me politically.

Alchemist: Do you want gold?
Thief: Yes.
[...]
Alchemist: You are excrement. You can change yourself into gold.

Alchemist: Our bees make honey, but your flies make shit.

Alchemist: The Cross was a mushroom - and the mushroom was also the Tree of Good and Evil.

Alchemist: We began in a fairytale and we came to life, but... is this life reality? No. It is a film. Zoom back camera. We are images, dreams, photographs. We must not stay here. Prisoners! We shall break the illusion. Goodbye to the Holy Mountain. Real life awaits us.

Bobby: Mister, I love the way you wear that hat.
Old Man: You don't know nothin'.

Lewis: Sometimes you have to lose yourself 'fore you can find anything.

Mountain Man: Now let's you just drop them pants.

Mountain Man: I'm gonna make you squeal like a pig. Weeeeeeee!
Bobby: Weee!
Mountain Man: Weeeeeeee!
Bobby: Weee!

Jesus: If I have spoken evil, tell me what evil I have said. But if not, why do you hit me?

[ennyi volt a nagypénteki alkalomra berakott filmes idézetekből, ígérem]