Ving RhamesQuotes

Marsellus Wallace: [Putting out a hit on Butch] I'm prepared to scour the earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigga hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his ass.

Marsellus Wallace: [to Butch; [wine] This business is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like ]. If you mean it turns to vinegar...it does. If you mean it gets better with age... it don't.

Marsellus Wallace: [to Butch] The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts. It never helps. You fight through that shit.

Bobby Gold: You sorry fucking sack of shit. You shot my partner.

Robert Randolph: Yeah, man, and you could have paid me back if you would have brought your gun. That was your mistake, man.

Robert Randolph: [after being shot] Oh, God... God help me... what did you do to me?

Robert Randolph: Oh, you know, huh? You're one smart kike, ain't you, Mr. Gold? All you forgot is that if you want to kill me, you best come armed.

Robert Randolph: Don't die with a lie on your lips, man.

Leroy: You seen Spencer?

Fool: I seen Spencer, alright.

Leroy: You find anything?

Fool: Something found him. He's dead, Leroy. I think scared to death.

Leroy: Y- you sure?

Fool: You thought he was white before, you should see that sucker now!

Leroy: Nice to see the rich folks got rats too.

Leroy: Just because a man's lying down doesn't mean he's dead!

Leroy: He came at me like an airplane or something!

Leroy: We done popped this house's cherry.

Leroy: Yeah, and maybe the President will make me Secretary of Pussy.

Frank Toomey: Who are you?

Rory: She's our hostage.

Cobby Murphy: She's our psychiatrist.

Dr. Donna Rivera: I'm not your psychiatrist.

Frank Toomey: You're underpaid.

Dr. Donna Rivera: Yeah, no shit.

Lucas: Okay, what did I do?

R. H. Weyland: You won! To the victor belongs the spoils.

Lucas: [Weyland points at the open entrance and Lucas sees Katrina Banks being brought into the arena by a female prison guard] Okay, so what does that mean? What is this?

Weyland: [sees a sign of romance beginning to blossom between Lucas and Katrina; laughs] In ancient Rome, the winning gladiator was the recipient of gifts. A show of gratitude from the powers that be for a job well done. She's yours. Mm-hmm. Do with her what you please.

Lucas: Is that right? And who the hell are you?

Weyland: [turns around and exits the arena, leaving Lucas and Katrina alone to their own business] I'm Caesar.

Katrina: You know, they're probably watching.

Lucas: Mm-hmm. Listening, too, I guess.

Katrina: Some kind of game they're playing.

Lucas: Yeah, probably betting on what we'll do next.

Katrina: Option A, they're trying to get us closer so they can use one of us against the other.

Lucas: Uh-huh. Option B being, maybe, put a wedge between us, so we mess up on the track?

Katrina: I guess we just do what they want, and leave the rest for later.

Lucas: You playing me?

Katrina: [gets much closer to Lucas] Doesn't matter.

Lucas: [gets much closer to Katrina] No. It doesn't.

Andrew Cunningham: Kelly, trust us. It's never cheating if it's with another chick.

Mr. Goodman: Piranha hunt in packs - not for protection, but for overwhelming force. They're organized, methodical. The first bite draws blood. The blood draws the pack.

Deputy Fallon: [kills piranhas with a motorboat propeller] Chew on this, motherfuckers!

Derrick Jones: Jake, they took my penis! They took my penis!

Andre: You're the type of cat that goes to church and all that shit, right?

Kenneth: Yeah, I do all that shit.

Andre: So what do you think? What is this? Is this the end of times? Cause if it is, I'm fucked. I'm serious. I've done some bad things.

Kenneth: Oh, I get it. You saw hell yesterday, now you're scared of going to hell for all the bad things you've done. Go in the stall, say five Hail Marys, wipe your ass, and you and God can call it even.

Kenneth: Andy... I'm sorry brother..

Kenneth: [''En route to the marina, zombies swarm against Kenneth's bus''] They're trying to turn us over! Hit them with the saw!

Kenneth: [''About the deaths of Luda, Andre and Norma''] There's nothing to be said. I been to a lot of funerals, folded the flags, givin them to mothers, wives, sons, and told them how sorry I was. But that's not what I was really feeling. In the back of my mind, I was always thinking better them than me. But I don't believe that now. And now I know that there are some things worse than death. And one of them is sitting here waiting to die.

Buddy Bragg: Here ma'am. Let me help you with these. Beautiful young lady like you shouldn't be carrying groceries. Let a man do that for you.

Parking Lot Woman: Now, I didn't ask you for help, so don't expect a tip.

Buddy Bragg: Oh, that's okay ma'am. I'll just take your car.

Luther Stickell: Shit.

Ethan Hunt: Yes it is.

Luther Stickell: [''over radio''] Ethan, Nyah's in the building. Do you copy?

Ethan Hunt: [''dryly, into radio''] Thank you.

Billy Baird: You OK, mate?

Luther Stickell: That punk put a hole in my Versace.

Luther Stickell: The satellite doesn't work as fast as I do.

Luther Stickell: [After getting shot at] Oh, I'm mad now!

Luther Stickell: [After getting shot at] That punk put a hole in my Versace!

Nyah Nordolf-Hall: [having injected herself with the virus] You're not gonna shoot me, Sean! Not this bitch. Cause she's worth thirty seven…million pounds!

Nyah Nordolf-Hall: I don't have a conscience. I'm a bloody thief.

Dr. Nekhorvich: [first line, repeated line] Well, Dimitri, every search for a hero must begin with something every hero needs, a villain. Therefore, in a search for our hero, Bellerophon, we have created a monster: Chimera.

Dr. Nekhorvich: Well, I've heard...

Ethan: ...all I need to hear.

Luther: I'm not proud of it, I'm not happy about it, but I've lived with women a few times, and it doesn't ever make it for two years. You can't

Ethan: Thanks for your advice, but it's different for me than it is for you; I'm not in the field anymore.

Luther: [''hands him the mask, Ethan puts it on''] Oh, okay, here's your retirement present. Now, our job is always gonna be something between you and a woman. Always.

Ethan: Luther, listen to me.

Luther: Dishonesty. A dishonesty that poisons everything.

Ethan: I think I need to tell you something.

Luther: Stop talking. This isn't about you, Ethan. And whoever this girl is, you're going to end up messing her life too. Don't do it.

Ethan: [''Grabs Luther's wrists''] Jules and I got married two days ago.

Luther: [''pause''] Congratulations.

Ethan: [''applauses come from the hall outside''] Thanks. Thanks.

Luther: Listen, man, I didn't mean to be so cavalier the other day about you getting engaged.

Ethan: I know that. Thanks.

Luther: But a normal relationship isn't viable for people like us.

Ethan: I don't agree with that.

Luther: Then I'm smarter than you.

Ethan: Tomorrow is perhaps the only time we'll be able to predict where Davian will be: at Vatican City. Our mission, is to get in there, and kidnap Davian.

Luther: I don't know why he's so happy. I did remind him that the Vatican is the Vatican. A 109 acres Sovereign State in the middle of Rome, surrounded by a sixty foot wall, which is monitored 24/7, with over 200 CCTV cameras!

Ethan: That's not even what makes it a challenge.

Luther: What the hell is Davian doing at the Vatican?

Benji: Uh, it's all got to do with "the Rabbit's Foot".

Ethan: Rabbit's Foot?

Benji: Yeah, well, I'm assuming it's like code-word for something he's going to sell to an unspecified buyer for 850 million dollars, by the way. Or maybe it's not a code-word, maybe it's just a really, really expensive bunny appendage.

Ethan: You have no idea what it is?

Benji: [''pauses, Ethan and Luther gaze at him thoughtfully''] It's interesting - I used to have this professor at Oxford, okay? Doctor Wickham, his name was and he was, like, this massive fat guy, you know? Huge, big guy. We used to call him - you know, well, I won't tell you what we used to call him. He taught biomolecular kinetics and cellular dynamics. And he used to sort of scare the underclassmen with this story about how the world would eventually be eviscerated by technology. You see, it was inevitable that a-a-a compound would be created which he referred to as the Anti-God'. It was like an accelerated mutator or sort of, you know, like a, a, an unstoppable force of destructive power, that would just lay waste to everything - to buildings and parks and streets and children and ice cream parlors, you know? So whenever I see, like, a rogue organization willing to spend this amount of money on a mystery tech, I always assume... it's the Anti-God. End-of-the-world kinda stuff, you know? But no, I don't have any idea what it is. I was just speculating.

Luther: Listen, man, I don't mean to cross the line, but... was there something going on between you two? You and Lindsey?

Ethan: Lindsey was like my little sister.

Luther: And you never... slept with your little sister, right?

Ethan: Hey brother, if I don't ask you, who will?

Luther: [''On radio''] So Raider One, at some point, we got to go over this whole "getting married" thing.

Ethan: Negative, Observer, I don't respect you nearly enough to have that conversation.

Luther: Well you may not respect me, but for now you got my voice stuck in your head.

Stakar Ogord: You know, it's a shame that it took the tragedy of losing Yondu to bring us all together again. But I think he would be proud knowing that we're back as a team.

Charlie-27: I'm in.

Martinex: Dope.

Mainframe: I missed you guys so much!

Aleta Ogord: Hell. Yes.

Stakar Ogord: What say we go steal some shit?

Martinex: He didn't let us down after all, Captain?

Stakar Ogord: No, he did not, son. He did not.

Charlie-27: Fare thee well, old friend.

Aleta Ogord: Yondu Odonta, I will see you in the stars.

Luther Stickell: [referring to the safe house] Sorry about the decor; the Ritz was booked solid.

Ethan Hunt: Well, some drapes, a few throw-pillows, and...

Benji Dunn: Yeah! Mini-bar?

Ethan / Benji / Luther: Foosball table!