Harrison FordQuotes

Dutch Van Den Broeck: You know what I do for a living? I get paid to notice stuff. I get paid to know who's lying. I didn't have a clue.

Dutch Van Den Broeck: You're supposed to be nice to me. I've been shot.

Dutch Van Den Broeck: What's the last thing that you can remember about your husband that you know to be true?

Tom O'Meara: What's the money for? I was thinkin guns. I was thinkin IRA.

Rory: I need that money Tom!

Tom O'Meara: Why? So other eight-year-olds can watch their fathers gunned down in front of em? If this money leaves here, more people will die. Can you tell me that won't happen?

Tom O'Meara: Did they catch the fuckers?

Rory: They were the fuckers.

Edwin Diaz: When are you gonna let me drive?

Tom O'Meara: I don't know, tomorrow.

Edwin Diaz: You've been saying that for three years.

Tom O'Meara: [last lines] We never had choice... You and me.

Tom O'Meara: I understand why he's doin what he's doin'. If I had to endure what he's endured—if I was eight years old and saw my father gunned down in front of my family—I'd be carryin a gun too, and I wouldn't be wearin a badge.

Tom O'Meara: It's good to have somebody around here who can pee standing up.

Bill Cox: You designed the software, you find me a way in.

Jack Stanfield: I wouldn't know where to start.

Jack Stanfield: It's done.

Bill Cox: Vel, is the money there? Okay, good.

Jack Stanfield: I've done everything you want. When do I get my family back?

Bill Cox: We have some tidying up to do.

Jack Stanfield: [after Bill forces Jack to fire Janet] Janet, I want you to pack up your stuff and go home.

Janet Stone: What? What do you mean?

Jack Stanfield: Just what I said. Pack up your stuff and go home.

Janet Stone: Why?

Jack Stanfield: You're fired.

Janet Stone: If this is a joke, it's not funny.

Jack Stanfield: No, it's not a joke. Tomorrow, I'll call Human Resources. I'll get you a job with somebody else at the bank. Right now I want you to just do what I said.

Janet Stone: What are you talking about? Is this because of him?

Jack Stanfield: Don't argue with me, Janet!

Janet Stone: But Jack, I haven't done anything wrong.

Jack Stanfield: Pack up your shit and get out of here, now!

Janet Stone: Screw you, Jack!

Jack Stanfield: [Jack arrives home] Where are they?

Bill Cox: Through here.

Jack Stanfield: [Jack sees family tied up] Jesus. What is this?

Andy Stanfield: Daddy!

Jack Stanfield: [removes tape from their mouths] Why have you done this for god's sake? They're children.

Bill Cox: [Referring to why the family has tape over their mouths] I said if they were trouble. Were they trouble?

Vel: They were noisy.

Willy: Yes. We made an executive decision.

Bill Cox: You are a criminal, Willy, not an executive.

Willy: Yeah, but I thought you said if...

Bill Cox: Shut up, Willy.

Andy Stanfield: Daddy.

Jack Stanfield: I wanna know what you want. And I wanna know now.

Bill Cox: Beth, I am sorry about all of this. I... I am, but well, there we are. Uh. I need you to talk to your husband. He listens to you. I need you to make him understand that if he doesn't do exactly as I ask, I will kill you and your two children. But if you can make him listen Beth, if you can make him do what I want, you'll all walk away from this unpleasantness, unscathed. Not because I'm a nice man, simply because there'll be no reason for me to hurt you. Make sense? Can I rely on your cooperation?

Jack Stanfield: Just tell him yes.

Beth Stanfield: Yes.

Bill Cox: Sarah?

Sarah Stanfield: Fine.

Bill Cox: And you big fella?

Andy Stanfield: Maybe.

Beth Stanfield: [warningly] Andy.

Bill Cox: No, it's all right. It's honest.

Jack Stanfield: Nice flowers.

Janet Stone: Born-again Bobby.

Jack Stanfield: Maybe he's trying to save your soul.

Janet Stone: He'd need bigger blossoms than that.

Jack Stanfield: Change of plans, asshole: You get the money when I get my family!

Alexei Vostrikov: Under no circumstances will I abandon my boat or my crew to the enemy.

Alexei Vostrikov: We deliver, or we drown.

Alexei Vostrikov: We will not fail.

Det. Lipranzer: How ya doin'? Christmas Present.

Rusty Sabich: You're sticking your neck out pretty far on this one, Lip.

Det. Lipranzer: It was them that fucked up. Remember when they came around and gathered all the evidence? The glass wasn't there, I took it down to Dickerman. The next day, I get a call. The test is done, I can come pick up my glass. But when I went down there, Molto had signed returned to evidence. I guess they figured I'd put it back. Only, I got no place to put it since it ain't my Goddamned case anymore. So I tossed the thing in my drawer. I figure sooner or later someone's gotta ask me about it. Noone ever did.

Rusty Sabich: You think I killed her.

Det. Lipranzer: The lady was bad news.

Rusty Sabich: So that makes it okay that I killed her.

Det. Lipranzer: Did ya?

Rusty Sabich: Oh, pal.

Rusty Sabich: Sandy, How did you know what was behind Larren's fear of the B File?

Sandy Stern: Ahh, you question the judge's integrity?

Rusty Sabich: With good reason, wouldn't you say? You knew that file didn't have a damn thing to do with my case and yet you let Larren know you'd drag it in at any opportunity. That it would come out he was taking bribes. You blackmailed him, Sandy.

Sandy Stern: We speak now, tonight, and then these things are never spoken of again, agreed? Larren's divorce left him in a state of disorder. He was drinking much too heavily and he fell into a relationship with a beautiful, but uh, self-serving woman. The fact is, Larren grew suicidally depressed. He wanted to resign his post. Raymond Horgan talked him out of it.

Rusty Sabich: Raymond knew he was taking bribes?

Sandy Stern: Larren told him. Raymond cleaned up the North side and he also rescued a distinguished mind and career that does honor to the bench. I believe Larren today did what he thought was just. You tell me, Rusty. Was justice done?

Raymond Horgan: What the hell is happening with Carolyn?

Rusty Sabich: Well, everything is in the works, I reassigned all of her cases, and this afternoon I gotta deal with all the stuff that Molto left us...

Raymond Horgan: Wait, wait, wait, wait... whats all of this reassignment shit? Goddamnit Rusty, I told you to give this investigation top priority! For Christsakes, look, Nicco is eating me alive with thing, the election is in ten days. If you don't have Carolyn's killer for us in ten days we are both history. Goddamnit, turn over all of that administrative bullshit to Mac.

Rusty Sabich: Mac's got more than she can handle already Raymond. Let me remind you we lost two key PA's in one day, and all you have time for is the damned election, I've gotta run the office!

Raymond Horgan: FUCK the office! Don't you understand what is happening here? If you don't find me a killer there is no FUCKING OFFICE! Now you listen to me, I want you right on top of Carolyn's case you understand? I want you to run out every ground ball, and I want you to do it in an orderly GODDAMNED FASHION! Start acting like a fucking professional!

Rusty Sabich: The murder of Carolyn Polhemus remains unsolved. It is a practical impossibility to try two people for the same crime. Even if it wasn't, I couldn't take his mother from my son. I am a prosecutor. I have spent my life in the assignment of blame. With all deliberation and intent, I reached for Carolyn. I cannot pretend it was an accident. I reached for Carolyn, and set off that insane mix of rage and lunacy that led one human being to kill another. There was a crime. There was a victim. And there is punishment.

Rusty Sabich: I am a prosecutor. I am a part of the business of accusing, judging and punishing. I explore the evidence of a crime and determine who is charged, who is brought to this room to be tried before his peers. I present my evidence to the jury and they deliberate upon it. They must determine what really happened. If they cannot, we will not know if the accused deserves to be freed or should be punished. If they cannot find the truth, what is our hope of justice?

Jackie Robinson: [While his leg is healing] Why'd you do this Mr. Rickey?

Branch Rickey: We had a victory over fascism in Germany. It's time we had a victory over racism here.

Jackie Robinson: No. Why? Why'd YOU do it? Come on.

Branch Rickey: [[w:Ohio Wesleyan University|Ohio Wesleyan University] I love this game. I love baseball. Given my whole life to it. 40 odd years ago I was a player-coach at ]. We had a Negro catcher. Best hitter on the team. Charlie Thomas. Fine young man. I saw him laid low, broken because of the color of his skin and I didn't do enough to help. Told myself I did but I didn't. There was something unfair at the heart of the game I loved and I ignored it. But a time came when I could no longer do that. You... you let me love baseball again.

Branch Rickey: What can I do for you, Pee Wee?

Pee Wee Reese: Well, Mr. Rickey, it's like this. The series in Cincinnati next week?

Branch Rickey: Yes. Important road trip. We're only three games out of first.

Pee Wee Reese: Yes, sir. Now, you know I'm from Kentucky.

Branch Rickey: Then Cincinnati will nearly be a home game for you.

Pee Wee Reese: [Dump a piece of paper on Rickey's desk] Well... ..I got this letter. Apparently, some people aren't too happy about me playing with Robinson.

Branch Rickey: [Unfolds the letter; Chuckles] Huh? "Nigger lover. Watch yourself. We'll get you, carpetbagger." Pretty typical stuff.

Pee Wee Reese: Well, it's not typical to me, sir.

Branch Rickey: [Browses through a filing cabinet] How many of those letters have you gotten, Pee Wee?

Pee Wee Reese: [Watches Rickey pull out stacks of folders with papers] Just the one. Ain't that enough? What are those?

Branch Rickey: Well, I'll tell you what they aren't. They aren't letters from the Jackie Robinson fan club.

Pee Wee Reese: [Reading them] Get out of baseball or your baby boy will die." "Quit baseball or your nigger wife..." "Get out of the game or be killed." Does Jackie know?

Branch Rickey: Well, of course he does. And the FBI. They're taking a threat in Cincinnati pretty seriously. So excuse me if I don't get too upset about you getting called a carpetbagger. You should be proud.

Pee Wee Reese: Well, I'd just like to play ball, sir. That's all.

Branch Rickey: Oh, I understand. I bet Jackie just wants to play ball. I bet he wishes he wasn't leading the League in hit by pitch. I bet he wishes people didn't want to kill him. The world's not so simple anymore. Guess it never was. We just, uh... Baseball ignored it, now we can't.

Ben Chapman: [To Robinson] Why don'tcha look in'a mirror? This'a white man's game, alright, get that THROUGH YOUR THICK MONKEY SKULL!

Rachel Robinson: [From the stands] Look at me baby. Look at me baby look at me.

Robinson: [Sees Rickey approaching, points his bat to Rickey; Panting] No! No. Next white son of a bitch that opens his mouth I'll smash his goddamn teeth in.

Branch Rickey: You can't do that Jack.

Jackie Robinson: So I'm supposed to just let this go on?

Branch Rickey: These men have to live with themselves.

Jackie Robinson: I have to live with myself, too! And right now I'm living a sermon out there.

Branch Rickey: You don't matter now Jack. You're in this thing. You don't have a right to pull out from the backing of people that believe in you, that respect you, that need you. If you fight, they won't say that Chapman forced you to, they'll say that you're... in over your head, that you don't belong here.

Jackie Robinson: You don't know what it's like having somebody do this to you.

Branch Rickey: [[w:Temptation of Christ|In the wilderness. Forty days.] No. No. You do. You're the one living the sermon. ] All of it. Only you.

Jackie Robinson: Not a goddam thing I can do about it...

Branch Rickey: [Rickey comforts Robinson] Of course there is, you can get on there... and hit... you can get on base and- and score, you can win this game for us. Everybody needs you, you're a medicine, Jack.

Jackie Robinson: I'm takin the field.

Branch Rickey: Who's playing first?

Jackie Robinson: I'm gonna need a new bat.

Jackie Robinson: Mr. Rickey. What's this about?

Branch Rickey: [[w:Montreal Royals|our affiliate in Montreal; [w:Brooklyn Dodgers|Brooklyn Dodgers; scoffs] This is about baseball, Jackie. I see you starting in spring with ]. If you make it there, we'll try you down here... with the Dodgers. With the white ]. Hmm.

Branch Rickey: I'll pay you $600 a month. And a $3500 bonus when you sign the contract. That agreeable?

Jackie Robinson: Yes, that's fine but-

Branch Rickey: There's one condition. I know you can hit behind the runner. That you can read a pitch. One question is, can you control your temper?

Jackie Robinson: My temper?

Branch Rickey: [Robinson remains silent; Rickey attempts to "intimidate" him] Yes, your temper! What are you, deaf? A black man in white baseball, heh, can you imagine the reaction? The vitriol? Dodgers check into a hotel, a, uh, a decent, good hotel. You're worn out from the road. Some clerk won't give you the pen to sign in with. "We got no room for you, boy. Not even down in the coal bin where you belong." Team stops at a restaurant. Waiter won't take your order. "Didn't you see the sign on the door? No niggers allowed." What are you gonna do then? Fight him? Ruin all my plans? Answer me, you black son of a bitch!

Jackie Robinson: [stands up] You want a player who doesn't have the guts to fight back?

Branch Rickey: [[Jesus|our Savior; [w:Turning the other cheek|turn the other cheek] No. No. I want a player who's got the guts not to fight back. People aren't gonna like this. They're gonna do anything to get you to react. Echo a curse with a curse and, uh, they'll hear only yours. Follow a blow with a blow and they'll say, "The Negro lost his temper." That "The Negro does not belong." Your enemy will be out in force... and you cannot meet him on his own low ground. We win with hitting, running, fielding. Only that. We win if the world is convinced of two things: That you are a fine gentleman and a great baseball player. Like ]... you gotta have the guts... to ]. Can you do it?

Jackie Robinson: You give me a uniform, you give me a number on my back, I'll give you the guts.

BBC Anchor: [[w:BBC|BBC; BBC news team shouts] Wait! Here's a headline for you: "Moronic Yank Wanker-man Gets a Bloody Good Hiding From Newsreader From a Superior Country." For we are the ] News Service!

Ron Burgundy: Oh, not now!

Jack Lime: [To his news team] Fall back, fall back.

Wesley Jackson: [[w:MTV|MTV] If y'all gonna get down, then Wesley Jackson and the ] news crew want in!

Brian Fantana: What's "MTV"?

Ron Burgundy: I think it's a venereal disease.

Wesley Jackson: [MTV news team shouts] The most requested video of the day: A new band called "Burgundy sucking chest wound"!

Jill Jansen: It wouldn't be a battle without Jill Jansen...

Wendy Van Peel: And Wendy Van Peel, from Entertainment News.

BBC Anchor: Entertainment News is an abomination!

Wendy Van Peel: Who are you wearing today? Oh, look, it's your own blood!

Jill Jansen: Today's celebrity birthdays: None. Today's celebrity deaths: All you dick-licks!

Brian Fantana: I like how they're put together.

Champ Kind: I like fighting girls.

Jill Jansen: I like to cunt-punt cowboys.

Wendy Van Peel: You eat pussy?

Jill Jansen: You're gonna.

Scott Riles: [Canada News Team shouts] HEEEEYYY! There's not gonna be any fight without Scott Riles and the incredibly polite Canadian News Team.

Quebec News Anchor: What about the French-speaking Quebec News? The real voice of Canada!

Scott Riles: Give it a rest, eh?

Champ Kind: Give me a break! They can't have news. Nothing happens in Canada!

Scott Riles: We're gonna mop the floor with ya! We're gonna put the boots to ya! Sorry.

Quebec News Anchor: Sorry. We're gonna gouge yer eyes out, and kick yer head in!

Scott Riles and Quebec News Anchor: Sorry!

Brick Tamland: [[w:Canada Dry|your ginger ale] ...I like ]!

Jeff Bullington: [[w:ESPN|ESPN] Jeff Bullington, ], all sports. Tonight's Play of the Day is me, extracting your spine from your dead body!

Brian Fantana: Holy shit, there's a lot of news!

Ron Burgundy: It's true, the market has become saturated.

History Network Host: [History Network team shouts] Hey! The History Network wants in on this. We're news too! Only news told much, much later!

Ron Burgundy: [[w:Stonewall Jackson|Stonewall Jackson] Wait a minute, is that the ghost of ] with you?

History Network Host: [[w:Minotaur|minotaur] Yes, it is. And the mighty ]!

Jack Lime: Eh, I don't know about this, man. The minotaur isn't even history. It's mythology!

Ron Burgundy: Hey, let's not downplay the fact that that's the ghost of Stonewall Jackson!

Ghost of Stonewall Jackson: May the Lord anoint this hallowed field of battle.

Mack Tannen: You guys got room in this battle for an old war horse?

Ron Burgundy: Mack Tannen? What are you doing here, you're too old for this!

Mack Tannen: Well, you see, there's the thing: When there's an early moon, I almost feel like a stallion again!

Champ Kind: He's on our side, right Ron?

Ron Burgundy: He's a were-hyena!

Wesley Jackson: [[w:Michael Jackson|Michael Jackson; [w:Michael Jackson's Thriller|video idea] I'm gonna call ], I got a ]!

Ron Burgundy: Alright, everyone, listen up! By virtue of being on this battlefield, there is no return! People will die!

Jill Jansen: [Quietly] I'm so horny right now.

Ron Burgundy: Some will be disfigured! In some cases, lasting friendships will be made! And as usual: No touching of the hair and face!

Scott Riles: C'mon! What do we look like, rookies?

Scott Riles and Quebec News anchor: Sorry.

Ron Burgundy: When El Trousias, Maiden of the Clouds, blows the battle horn, let the battle begin!

El Trousias: [Blows her horn] I am El Trousias! Hear my sirens song!

Jeff Bullington: El Trousias...the juiciest, hmm!

El Trousias: [Finishes blowing her horn] ...That means you can start.

Barnsby: What happened to you?

Weaver: He bit me in all the excitement. But damn it to hell, we did it, Colonel! We did it!

Barnsby: Yes we did, Sergeant! Yes we did!

Miller: And a merry Christmas!

Mallory: [chuckling] Yes, gentlemen, we did it! But before we can start awarding ourselves Victoria Crosses and Congressional Medals of Honor and so on and so forth and such like... I think I'd better point out that one, we're now on the wrong side of the river. That two, we have no hope whatsoever of rejoining the partisans. That three, this neck of the woods will soon be crawling with very bad-tempered Germans. And that four, I don't think our little genius Sergeant Miller there has even got a box of matches left in his suitcase. And so I think we can take it, gentlemen, that we're going to have a very long walk home.

Mallory: [thoughtfully] Miller, what would happen to the bridge if that central arch were suddenly hit by several million tons of water?

Miller, Barnsby: Water?

Mallory: I think we've been talking about the wrong target. Remember that dam we passed by on the way up here?

Miller: [suddenly all ears] Dam? What sort of dam?

Barnsby: It's just up the road, about half a mile that way.

Miller: Well, my dear chap, why didn't you say so before? Oh, I could do a tremendous job on the dam! See, with the dam, you've got your natural elements working for you. It's like having an enormous bath - what have you got to do? Pull the plug!

Mallory: Next time, you can play the corpse. You seem pretty handy with that thing, though.

Barnsby: Could've been luck.

Barnsby: Sorry about Marko.

Lescovar: Thank you. It's a risk we all take. He was a brave man and a good friend. Then he got careless.

Mallory: You think that big sergeant spotted him as a partisan?

Barnsby: [to Lescovar] I can't buy that. The sergeant wasn't that bright. He saluted you - you're wearing a corporal's uniform. That doesn't rate a salute in the German army.

Mallory: Not in anybody's army. Why do you think he saluted you, Lescovar?

Lescovar: Perhaps he recognized my natural superiority.

Mallory: Yes, perhaps.

Barnsby: Now, look. Our experts have been studying that bridge for weeks, and they say it'll blow. I don't know where you learned your job, but I'm talking about the best construction engineers in the business!

Miller: Yes. Well, they're probably experts at building things, whereas I'm an expert at blowing them up, and you can take it from me that one would need a good eight hours to make a decent job on that bridge.

Han Solo: Out of the frying pan into the fryer, huh pal? How should I know we'd come outta hyperspace into the middle of an Imperial convoy. At least against these fighters we got more of a chance. However slim...

Han Solo: That's the spirit! You'll be celebrating Life Day before you know it! Standby, here's where we say goodbye to our unpleasant friends.

Han Solo: Why do I always think gettin you home for Life Day is gonna be easy?

Han Solo: Would you look at Lumpy! He's sure grown, huh? And I think his voice is changing

Lumpy: Arrgararrggaar!

Han Solo: Come on, I'm just teasing.

Han Solo: You're like... family... to me

Norman Spencer: [''shakes head''] The first time I met you, all I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with you. Not going to happen now.

Norman Spencer: I'm going to have the police check on the house while I'm gone.

Norman Spencer: You're not yourself today, are you?

Hal: [kicks Thornton] THEY'RE ALL GONE! MY DOGS RAN OFF! MY FORTUNE LOST! YOU CALL IT A FAIRY TALE?! One won't be finding the gold!

John Thornton: Easy, Buck! Easy! Buck! Easy.

Hal: Now, you all saw! This man and I had business and the dog went for my throat. Probably rabid.

John Thornton: Leave that dog alone!

Hal: I say he gets put down here and now.

John Thornton: You don't touch him!

Edenshaw: No one puts any creature down... til we hear all the facts.

John Thornton: The man sucker punched me!

John Thornton: Buck, easy.

Edenshaw: What might you have on that belt, friend?

Bartender: No guns allowed, BRUNT!

Hal: Oh no. We're going across. Move! I say you go!

Mercedes: Hal, he can't!

Hal: Move.

Mercedes: Don't you dare!

John Thornton: HEY!

John Thornton: The river ice is gonna break up any minute, you fool! That dog is trying to help you keep your life!

Hal: [searches in the snow for his gun as Thornton cuts Buck from the harnesses and Hal fires a shot] Why are you so keen to stop us? Oh, you know where the gold is, don't you? YOU KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF MY DOGS!

Mercedes: Hal.

Mercedes: Hal, he said we shouldn't cross.

Charles: Hal, are you sure that maybe we couldn't just leave the dogs.

Hal: NO! I CAN'T DO IT! MUSH!

Hal: MUSH!

John Thornton: Don't do this! Not to them.

Hal: MUSH!

John Thornton: Where are you heading, mister?

Hal: None of your concern.

John Thornton: You didn't buy that map in Skagway, did you?

Hal: No.

John Thornton: [lifts up the sled] An old fairy tale, lost cabin. River of gold. It's not too far into the spring. Half that trail is on the river

Hal: Well, that leaves half the trail fit for travel.

John Thornton: No, that means the ice is gonna break up with your companions and the dogs on it. Why don't you lay over until the spring will thaw? Save your dogs and your companions are suffering.

Hal: And let some old prospector lead us to the gold.

John Thornton: I'm not a prospector.

Hal: No, thank you. I paid a fortune for this team. They'll pull my sled.

John Thornton: Your dogs will pull your sled, pull your sled until they die.

Hal: Thank you. Let's go. Alright, let's go!

Charles: And... mush!

Hal: Charles, persuade him, please.

Mercedes: Not the pup. Charles, put that down or I'll... I won't go a step! Charles!

John Thornton: [walks over to Hal] Remember me? Yeah, I know. Your rudders are frozen. If you help your dogs, it might allow you to take the gee pole and break them out.

Hal: Gee pole?

John Thornton: [last lines of the film; narrating] Some say that's the legend. Not so. You see, I knew him once, when he was just a dog at a men side. And even all this land is his, every summer, when he comes down to the valley, he remembers kind hands and old masters... before he went to his own... became his own master... before he heard the call.

John Thornton: This is a map of the Yukon. My son was always reading adventure stories, crazy about the news coming out of the Yukon. Wasn't the gold, he didn't care about that, it was the mountains. He spent all day looking at maps and pictures of the mountains, dreaming about was on the other side, places no one had been, wild places. We could go, you and me, see what's out there. What do you think?

John Thornton: but now I say that you are a wonderful snow dog. you are now part of the pack

John Thornton: [narrating] There's a place in these mountains where a new breed of timber wolf roams, wiser than men or wolf, because of the dog that runs at the head of a pack. Now... they live without fear, raise their young and flourish.

John Thornton: [about Spitz] A pack can only have one leader. Spitz has had enough.

Tess McGill: [to Jack] Look, we're in a business deal together now, and I just don't think that we should get involved that way. My life is real complicated as it is.

Jack Trainer: I don't want to complicate it either. I just thought dinner, maybe a movie.

Tess McGill: We both know what we're talking about.

Jack Trainer: I certainly hope so!

Tess McGill: You know, maybe I just don't like you.

Jack Trainer: Me? Naaah!

Tess McGill: How did you get the scar?

Jack Trainer: Some guy pulled a knife in Detroit.

Tess McGill: Really?

Jack Trainer: No. No, I was nineteen and I thought it'd be cool to have a pierced ear. My girlfriend stuck the needle through and I heard this pop and fainted and hit my chin on the toilet.

Tess McGill: [laughs] Have you been telling that story ever since?

Jack Trainer: You're the only one who knows the true story.

Tess McGill: Except the girlfriend?

Jack Trainer: I had her, uh... disappear. It's too bad. Nice girl. Real shame.

Tess McGill: Why did you say you weren't you last night?

Jack Trainer: Because I knew it would happen. All Mergers and Acquisitions. No lust and tequila.

Tess McGill: That was... I mean that just happened, okay? I want to make it clear, um... What did happen, exactly?

Jack Trainer: [gropes about in his coat pockets; grins] The earth moved. The angels wept. The Polaroids are, are, uh... are in my other coat. Nothing happened. Nothing happened!

Tess McGill: I woke up in my underwear.

Jack Trainer: I'll bet you look nice.

Tess McGill: [after taking several shots of tequila] Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Jack Trainer: You okay?

Tess McGill: Mmm, I'm fine. I'm just fine. I took an antihistamine before, and it makes for a nice little buzz.

Jack Trainer: Oh, I didn't know that they let bad girls into these things.

Tess McGill: Do I look like I don't belong here?

Jack Trainer: No. No, I'm sure that you're a real ace in whatever it is that you do do.

Tess McGill: Damn straight.

Jack Trainer: But how you look...

Tess McGill: I have a head for business and a bod for sin. Is there anything wrong with that?

Jack Trainer: Uh, no. No.

Jack Trainer: I've been looking for you.

Tess McGill: Why, do you know me?

Jack Trainer: No. No, but I promised myself that when I saw you, I would get to know you. You're the first woman I've seen in one of these damn things that dresses like a woman, not like a woman thinks a man would dress if he was a woman.

Tess McGill: Thank you I guess.

Bob Falfa: Hey man, I'm sorry if I scared ya!

John: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!

Bob Falfa: Hey I've been lookin all over for ya man. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin for ya?...Hey, you're supposed to be the fastest thing in the Valley, man, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car. I'm sorta embarrassed to be this close to ya.

John: I'm not surprised, drivin a Field Car.

Bob Falfa: Field Car? What's a Field Car?

John: A Field Car runs through the fields, drops cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.

Bob Falfa: [laughing] That's pretty good. Hey, I like the color of your car there, man. What's that supposed to be? Sorta a cross between Piss Yellow and Puke Green, ain't it?

John: Well, you call that a paint job but it's pretty ugly. I'll betcha you gotta sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires.

Bob Falfa: Well, at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by, man.

John: Oh, funny... You know what?

Carol: [She turns back to John] Your car's uglier than I am! That didn't come out right.

Martin Stett: We know that you know, Mr. Caul. For your own sake, don't get involved any further. We'll be listening to you.

Martin Stett: [to Harry] You know that means we've been watching you. We have the tapes. They are perfectly safe. The Director was very anxious to hear them as soon as possible and you seemed to be, I don't know, disturbed. I couldn't take the chance that you might destroy our tapes. You understand, don't you, Mr Caul? Our tapes have nothing to do with you. Why don't you come over now and bring the photographs? The Director's here and he's prepared to pay you in full.

Martin Stett: [to Harry] We want you to deliver the tapes on Sunday, one o'clock. The Director will be there. He'll accept the tapes from you, in person.

Martin Stett: [to Harry] I'm not following you, I'm looking for you. There's a big difference.

Martin Stett: Now look, don't get involved in this, Mr. Caul. Those tapes are dangerous. You heard em. You know what I mean. Someone may get hurt. Mr. Caul, be careful.

Adam Cassidy: You think people really want all that personal information under one roof?

Jock Goddard: It's not the roof that matters, Adam, it's the warm fuzzy feeling of the home under it. People are so distracted these days, they don't know who they are, but we will. We'll know them better then they know themselves.

Nicholas Wyatt: You're standing on my shoulders!

Jock Goddard: And now I'm standing on your neck!

Jock Goddard: Power's the juice. Get used to drinking it.

Jock Goddard: You're nothing but a convenient tool, an empty vessel. I filled you with piss and vinegar and I told you it was champagne and you lapped it up.

Jock Goddard: Shit happens. To everybody.

Jock Goddard: [[Privacy] ]. Absolute myth. There's no such thing.

C-3PO: Master Luke, sir, it's so good to see you fully functional again.

Luke: Thanks, Threepio.

C-3PO: [referring to R2-D2] Artoo expresses his relief, also.

Han Solo: How are you feeling, kid? You don't look so bad to me. In fact, you look strong enough to pull the ears off a Gundark.

Luke: Thanks to you.

Han: [turns to Princess Leia] That's two you owe me, junior. Well, your worship, looks like you've managed to keep me around for a little while longer.

Princess Leia Organa: I had nothing to do with it. General Rieekan thinks it's dangerous for any ships to leave the system until we've activated the energy field.

Han: That's a good story. I think you just can't bear to let a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight.

Leia: I don't know where you get your delusions, laser brain.

Han: [to Chewie] Laugh it up, fuzzball! But you didn't see us alone in the south passage. She expressed her true feelings for me.

Leia: [feels surprised at hearing Han say that] My– Why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking… nerf-herder!!

Han: [turns back to Leia; to Luke Skywalker] Who's scruffy-looking? Well, I must've hit pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh, kid?

Leia: [kisses Luke on the lips in front of Han and Chewie] Why, I guess you don't know everything about women yet.

Han Solo: [to Princess Leia] You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life.

Han Solo: [calling to C-3PO as they're about to escape the Echo Hoth base] Hurry up, goldenrod, or you're gonna be a permanent resident!

Han Solo: [after cutting open a tauntaun to form a makeshift sleeping bag for Luke] And I thought they smelled bad... on the outside!

Sallah: Please - what is always with this "Junior"?

Henry Jones Sr.: That's his name: "Henry Jones, Junior.

Indiana Jones: I like "Indiana.

Henry Jones: We named the dog Indiana.

Marcus Brody: May we go home now, please?

Sallah: [laughs] The dog? You are named after the dog?

Indiana: [coldly] I've got a lot of fond memories of that dog.

Indiana Jones: [Willie has the antidote to the poison that was in his martini] Stay there!

Indiana Jones: [[w:flagellation|whipped] (as he and Short Round are ]) Leave him alone, you bastards!

Indiana Jones: Mola Ram! Prepare to meet Kali...IN HELL!

Indiana Jones: [with shoe on fire; sees a flood coming towards him] Water! Water! Water! Wa...Oh. WATER!

Indiana Jones: Nothing shocks me. I'm a scientist.

Indiana Jones: Nice try, Lao Che!

Han Solo: [nods to Chewbacca to check out the ship, then lifts off the grating and is shocked to see Rey and Finn with their hands raised in surrender] Chewie, we're home. Where are the others? Where's the pilot?

Rey: I'm the pilot.

Han: [Chewie grunts in disbelief] You?!

Rey: No, it's true; we're the only ones on board.

Finn: [regarding Chewbacca] You can understand that thing?

Han: And that "thing" can understand you, too, so watch it! Come on outta there!

Indiana Jones: Don't look, Marion! Keep your eyes shut!

Indiana Jones: [as the Nazis are opening the Ark] Marion, don't look at it. Shut your eyes, Marion. Don't look at it, no matter what happens!

President Thaddeus Ross: Thanks for coming in. Welcome to the White House.

Sam: Thank you for the invite, Sir. I have to admit, I'm still getting used to the new look.

President Ross: I know, yeah. Well, they said "lose the mustache or lose the election".

Rick Deckard: I had your job once. I was good at it.

K: Things were simpler then.

Rick Deckard: You mightn't happen to have a piece of cheese about you, now? Would you boy?

K: [[Treasure Island] ]?

Rick Deckard: He reads, that's good. Me too, not much else to do around here at night anymore. Many is the night I dream of cheese. Toasted, mostly. What Are You Doing Here?

K: I heard the piano.

Rick Deckard: Don't lie, it's rude. You're a cop.

Rick Deckard: Sometimes to love someone, you got to be a stranger.

Han Solo: [[W:Millennium Falcon|''Millennium Falcon''] Han Solo. I'm captain of the ]. Chewie here tells me you're lookin for passage to the Alderaan system?

Obi-Wan: Yes indeed, if it's a fast ship.

Han: Fast ship? You've never heard of the Millennium Falcon?

Obi-Wan: Well, should I have?

Han: [[W:Parsec|parsecs] It's the ship that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve ]. I've outrun Imperial starships. Not the local bulk cruisers, mind you; I'm talking about the big Corellian ships, now. She's fast enough for you, old man. What's the cargo?

Obi-Wan: Only passengers. Myself, the boy, two droids... and no questions asked.

Han: What is it, some kind of local trouble?

Obi-Wan: Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Imperial entanglements.

Han: Well, that's the real trick, isn't it? And it's gonna cost you something extra. Ten thousand, all in advance.

Luke: [shocked] Ten thousand?!! We could almost buy our own ship for that!!

Han: But who's gonna fly it, kid? You?

Luke: You bet I could! I'm not such a bad pilot myself! We don't have to sit here and listen to––

Obi-Wan: [intervenes and calms Luke down] We can pay you two thousand now, plus fifteen, when we reach Alderaan.

Han: [Obi-Wan nods his head] Seventeen, huh? Okay, you guys got yourselves a ship. We'll leave as soon as you're ready. Docking Bay 94.

Obi-Wan: 94.

Han: [looks up and sees some Imperial stormtroopers entering the Cantina] Looks like somebody's beginning to take an interest in your handiwork.

Han Solo: [[w:AFI's 100 Years... 100 Movie Quotes|American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations] *Note: ranked #6 in the ] in American cinema.

Han Solo: May the Force be with you.

Han Solo: [to Chewbacca, after the group is trapped in a garbage disposal center] That garbage chute was a really wonderful idea! What an incredible smell you’ve discovered!

Han Solo: Look, I ain't in this for your revolution, and I'm not in it for you, Princess. I expect to be well paid. I'm in it for the money.