300 Best Leonardo DiCaprio Quotes
Cobb: Inception. Now, before you bother telling me it's impossible...
Eames: No, it's perfectly possible. It's just bloody difficult.
[scene during credits]
Rick: Better drag. More flavor. Less throat burn. That's the Red Apple way.
Mark: The name of the game, moving the money from the client's pocket to your pocket.
Jordan: But if you can make your clients money at the same time it's advantageous to everyone, correct?
Mark: No.
Jim: Gee whiz, ma, we oughtta have these heart to heart talks more often, they're good for us.
Jordan: [Wakes up on plane; finds he is restrained by a seatbelt across his chest] Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck. Donnie. Donnie, this isn't... this isn't funny, you gotta untie me, buddy.
Donnie: I can't untie you! The captain tied you up, he almost fuckin' tasered you!
Jordan: Why?
Donnie: Why? You were, like, screaming at people. You were on the floor rollin' around and shit.
Jordan: Oh, Jesus.
Donnie: You called the captain the n-word.
Jordan: I called the captain the n-word?
Donnie: Yeah, he was very upset.
Jordan: Really?
Donnie: Luckily we're in first class. Jesus Christ. I think you have a fuckin' drug problem.
Rose: [as she looks through the sketches in his portfolio] You liked this woman. You used her several times.
Jack: Well, she has beautiful hands, see?
Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.
Jack: No no no, just with her hands.
[turns page]
Jack: She was a one-legged prostitute. See? Ah, she had a good sense of humour though.
Jordan: [narrating to the camera] An I.P.O. is an initial public offering. It's the first time a stock is offered for sale to the general population. Now as the firm taking the company public, we set the initial sales price then sold those shares right back to our friends. Yet...
[stops and chuckles]
Jordan: Look, I know you're not following what I'm saying anyway, right? That's... that's okay, that doesn't matter. The real question is this: was all this legal? Absolutely fucking not. But we were making more money than we knew what do with.
Cliff: All right. What's the matter, partner?
Rick: It's official, old buddy. I'm a has-been.
Jordan: This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on!
[quoting Norma Rae]
Jordan: They're gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, cos I ain't going nowhere!
Mark: You gotta stay relaxed. Do you jerk off?
Jordan: What? Do I jerk off? Yeah. Yeah, I jerk off. Yeah.
Mark: How many times a week?
Jordan: Like, um, three or four. Three or four times, maybe five.
Mark: Gotta pump those numbers up. Those are rookie numbers in this racket. I myself, I jerk off at least twice a day.
Jordan: Wow.
Mark: Once in the morning, right after I work out. And then once right after lunch.
Jordan: Really?
Mark: I want to. That's not why I do it. I do it cause I fuckin' need to.
Rose: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?"
Jack: No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?
Oliver: [meeting privately under a bridge next to a river] Okay, kid. Let's do this. Come on, spread 'em.
[Queenan begins searching Costigan]
Dignam: Hey, what do you think you can pop somebody and there's a special card to play? That guy, Jimmy Bags whose jaw you broke happens to work undercover for the Boston Police Department.
Billy: I'm going fucking nuts, man. I can't be someone else every fuckin' day. It's been a year of this. I've had enough of this shit!
Dignam: Calm down, alright? Most people in the world do it every day. What's the big deal?
Billy: Well, I'm not them, alright? I'm not fucking them, okay?
Dignam: Exactly. You're nobody. You signed the papers, remember? Now we're the only two people on the face of this earth that even know you're a cop. How about we just erase your file, huh? How 'bout that? How about we erase your file and then bang, you're just another soldier for Costello open to arrest for I don't know how many felonies. Huh? What do you say we do that, Captain?
Billy: How about I fucking kill you, huh? How about I fucking kill you!
Oliver: That was a joke. Come on!
Dignam: That wasn't a joke. Just because you play a tough guy, doesn't mean you are one you lace-curtain, Irish fucking pussy!
[Costigan punches Dignam]
Oliver: Hey, hey! Stop it! Break it up! Stop it!
Billy: [to Dignam] Fuck you, motherfucker!
Oliver: Goddamn it, stop it! That's an order!
[fighting stops]
Oliver: For chrissake, be smart. If anybody's watching us now, how are we not supposed to arrest you? Come on, get in the car. Both of you, get in the car!
Jim: [narrating] When I was young, about eight or so, I tried making friends with God by inviting Him to my house to watch the World Series. He never showed.
Uncle: [in a hospital hallway] What's this I hear from Stephanie about you becoming a policeman?
Billy: You mean Stephanie, who was the only one who came to my father's funeral? That Stephanie?
Uncle: Yeah, *that* Stepanie.
Billy: Nothing much to it, Uncle Edward.
Uncle: Are you trying to prove something to the family?
Billy: When you say "the family," who do you mean exactly? You?
Uncle: You always have to question everything, don't you?
Billy: Maybe it would have done you some good to have some *questions* from time to time, you know? "Am I an asshole? Are my kids a mess? Is my wife a money-grubbing whore?" I mean, those are questions, right? "Have I ever been good to my dying sister or am I just now pretending to be?"
Uncle: Do you need some money for the funeral?
Billy: When my mother dies, we don't have any more connection.
[Billy walks away]
[Howard takes Kate to the Cocoanut Grove]
Katharine: Your kind of a joint, is it? Wouldn't have thought.
Howard: Yeah, well, they're open late. I go to a hot dog stand on La Cienega, too; they're open 'til around 4.
Katharine: Are they? How marvelous!
[talking to Mike]
Luke: Not only do you get a sudden craving for pineapple ice cream, but you have to bring someone to watch you eat it?
Jack: [to Ruth and other guests dining at their table] Well, yes, ma'am, I do... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
Molly: Well said, Jack.
Jim: [Walks up to Swifty] Don't worry, Swifty, I won't rat you out.
[Walks up to Father McNulty]
Jim: And in the next life, Father, I'm gonna have the paddle!
[Walks out]
Danny: American, huh?
Maddy: Guilty.
Danny: Well, Americans usually are.
Maddy: ...Says the white South African?
Danny: Ts ts ts ts. I'm from Rhodesia!
Maddy: We say Zimbabwe now, don't we?
Danny: Do we?
Maddy: Last time I checked.
Jack: [to Rose as he kisses her hand at the bottom of the grand starway] I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.
[as Jack sketches her in the nude]
Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
Jack: [amused by her comment, focusing more on the sketching, denying his blushing, remindering her] He does landscapes.
[first lines]
Hugh: [in pawnee] It's okay son... I know you want this to be over. I'm right here. I will be right here... But you don't give up. You hear me? As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe... keep breathing.
Cobb: I'm going to improvise. Listen, there's something you should know about me... about inception. An idea is like a virus, resilient, highly contagious. The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you.
Dignam: [during Costigan's interview] Your fuckin' family's dug into the Southie projects like ticks. Three-decker men at best. You, however, grew up on the North Shore, huh? Well, la-di-fuckin'-da. You were kind of a double kid, I bet, right? Huh? One kid with your old man, one kid with your mother. You're upper-middle class during the weeks, then you're droppin' your "R"s and you're hangin' in the big, bad Southie projects with your daddy, the fuckin' donkey on the weekends. I got that right?
Dignam: [Billy does not answer] Yup. You have different accents? You did, didn't you? You little fuckin' snake. You were like different people.
Billy: You a psychiatrist?
Dignam: Well, if I was I'd ask you why you're a Statie making 30 grand a year. And I think if I was Sigmund fuckin' Freud I wouldn't get an answer. So tell me, what's a lace-curtain motherfucker like you doing in the Staties?
Billy: Families are always rising or falling in America, am I right?
Oliver: Who said that?
Billy: Hawthorne.
Dignam: [Dignam makes a farting sound] What's the matter, smartass, you don't know any fuckin' Shakespeare?
Katharine: I've got a better idea, take me flying! Or better yet, I'll take you flying!
Howard: Do your worst, Miss Hepburn.
Naomi: Did you just cum?
Jordan: Oh yeah. I just came. Did you? Did you cum?
Naomi: No.
Jordan: No? OK. I'm still hard. Just give me a second.
Naomi: Sure.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: All right, let's get down to business. Let's talk turkey. My investigation...
[He nearly bursts into laughter]
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: My investigation has turned up a lot of dirt. It could be really embarassing if this stuff got out. I'd like to save you from that embarassment.
Howard: That's very kind of you, Owen.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: My committee has the power to hold public hearings. I'd like to spare you from that.
Howard: [smirks] Would you, now?
[Brewster abruptly drops his silverware]
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Look, do you wanna go down in history as a war profiteer, Howard? Is that what you want?
Howard: [gravely] What do you want, Owen?
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: You agree to support my C.A.B. bill, and I won't hold public hearings.
Howard: I can't do that, Owen. Can't do that. The C.A.B. bill would kill TWA.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Sell T.W.A. to Pan Am. You'll get a good price. You'll get a fair price, I'm telling you.
Howard: And then...? Then you won't go public?
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Right. That's right. The investigation's closed. Nobody knows a thing. It's better for everybody.
[pause]
Howard: You know, Owen, I'm still wondering one thing. The picture of the llama you got last year. Where'd you sail from?
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [disinterested] We didn't sail. We flew.
Howard: You flew?
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Yeah.
Howard: Ah.
[Brewster stops chewing abruptly, realizing what Howard's implying]
Howard: [leans in] Are you sure you want to do this, Owen? You want to go to war with me?
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: It isn't me, Howard. It's the United States government. We just beat Germany and Japan. Who the hell are you?
Howard: [getting up from the table] You tell Juan Trippe something for me, all right? Tell him thanks for the flowers. And he can kiss both sides of my ass.
[leaves]
Rick: What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
Jay: Is everybody okay?
Rick: Well... the fuckin' hippies aren't. That's for goddamn sure.
Frank: [when Carl catches up to him in the print shop in Montrichard] Carl? Carl! Merry Christmas! How is it we're always talking on Christmas, Carl? Every Christmas, I'm talking to you!
[laughs]
Carl: Put your shirt on, Frank. You're under arrest.
Arthur: What about his security? It's gonna get worse as we go deeper.
Cobb: I think we run with Mr. Charles.
Arthur: No.
Eames: Who's Mr. Charles?
Arthur: Bad idea.
Cobb: The second we get in that hotel with Fischer, his security is gonna be all over us. We run with Mr. Charles like we did on the Stein job.
Eames: So you've done it before?
Arthur: Yeah, and it didn't work. The subject realized he was dreaming and his subconscious tore us to pieces.
Eames: Excellent. But you learned a lot, right?
Rick: You want me to look like a hippie?
Sam: Think less hippie, more Hells Angel. Wroom! Wroom-wroom!
Jordan: [when asked who is Captain Ahab] The book, motherfucker, the book!
Saito: Have you come to kill me? I've been waiting for someone...
Cobb: Someone from a half remembered dream.
Saito: Cobb? Impossible. We were young men together. I'm an old man.
Cobb: Filled with regret...
Saito: Waiting to die alone...
Cobb: I've come back for you... to remind you of something. Something you once knew...
[the top spins without end]
Cobb: That this world is not real.
Saito: To convince me to honor our arrangement.
Cobb: To take a leap of faith, yes. Come back... so we can be young men together again. Come back with me...
[Saito reaches for the gun]
Cobb: Come back...
Colin: Yeah, shoot a cop, Einstein. Watch what happens.
Billy: What would happen is this bullet would go right through your fucking head!
Howard: I feel like a little adventure.
Katharine: Do your worst, Mr. Hughes.
Donnie: How much money you make?
Jordan: $70,000 last month.
Donnie: Get the fuck outta here!
Jordan: Well, technically, $72,000 last month.
Donnie: You show me a pay stub for $72,000, I quit my job right now and work for you.
[later, on the phone]
Donnie: Hey Paulie, what's up? No, everything's fine. Hey, listen, I quit!
Prostitute: I'm safe, huh. No HIV.
Danny: Ja, ja. I've heard that one before.
John: [to Glass] Look at me scalp.
Andrew: That's enough!
John: [to Glass] You're forgettin' your place, boy.
Hugh: As far as I can tell, my place is right here on the smart end of this rifle.
Calvin: Hello. Stephen, my boy!
Stephen: [black house servant exiting the Big House] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hello, my ass. Who dis nigger up on dat nag?
Calvin: Aw, Stephen, you have nails for breakfast? What's the matter? Why you so ornery? You miss me? Huh?
Stephen: Oh, yes, sir. I miss you like a hawg miss slop. Like a baby miss mammy titty! I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe! Now, I aks you, who dis nigger on dat nag?
Django: Hey, Snowball. You wanna know my name or the name of my horse, you ask me.
Stephen: Just who the hell you callin' 'Snowball,' hoss boy? I'll snatch yo black ass off dat nag down here in the mud so fast make yo head spin!
Calvin: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stephen! Stephen! Let's keep it funny. Django here's a freeman.
Stephen: Dis nigger here?
Calvin: That nigger there. Let me at least introduce the two of you. Django, this is a another cheeky black bugger like yourself, Stephen. Stephen, this here is Django. You two oughta hate each other.
Stephen: Calvin, just who the hell is dis nigger you feel's the need to entertain?
Calvin: Django, and his friend in gray here, Dr. Schultz, are customers. And they are our guests, Stephen. And you, you old, decrepit bastard, you are to show them every hospitality. You understand that?
Stephen: Yes, sir. Him I understands, but I don't know why I got to take lip off dis nigger.
Calvin: You don't have to know why. Do you understand?
Stephen: Yes, sir. I understand.
Calvin: Well, good. They're spending the night. Go open the guest bedrooms and get two ready.
Stephen: [mortified] He gawn stay in the Big House?
Calvin: Stephen. He's a slaver. It's different.
Stephen: In the Big House?
Calvin: Well, you got a problem with that?
Stephen: Aw, naw, naw. I ain't got no problem with it. If you ain't got no problem with burnin' the bed, the sheets, the pillowcase, and everything else when this black-ass motherfucker's gone!
Calvin: That is my problem! They are mine to burn! Now your problem right now is making a good impression! And I want you to start solving that problem right now and get them goddamn rooms ready!
Stephen: Yes, sir, Monsieur Candie.
Calvin: Go on, now.
Stephen: Cain't believe you brought a nigger to stay in the Big House. Yo daddy's rollin' over in his goddamn grave, right now. Brought a nigger to stay with us. What kinda shit is that?
Calvin: Man, the lip on him! Whoo! He's getting worse and worse. Now, WHERE IS MY BEAUTIFUL SISTER?
Jordan: You wanna know what money sounds like? Go to a trading floor on Wall street. "Fuck this, shit that. Cunt, cock, asshole." I couldn't believe how these guys talked to each other! I was hooked in seconds. It was like mainlining adrenaline.
Policeman: Pull over! Pull over to the curb!
Jay: All right, Old Sport. All right.
[shows him his business card]
Policeman: Right, you are! I'll know you next time, Mr. Gatsby.
Dr. King Schultz: [after Calvin Candie brings a box into his dining room and takes a human skull out of it] Who is your little friend?
Calvin: This is Ben. He's a old Joe that lived around here for a long time. And I do mean a long damn time. Old Ben here took care of my daddy and my daddy's daddy, till he up and keeled over one day. Old Ben took care of me. Growing up the son of a huge plantation owner in Mississippi puts a white man in contact with a whole lot of black faces. I spent my whole life here right here in Candyland, surrounded by black faces. And seeing them every day, day in day out, I only had one question. Why don't they kill us? Now right out there on that porch three times a week for fifty years, old Ben here would shave my daddy with a straight razor. Now if I was old Ben, I would have cut my daddy's goddamn throat, and it wouldn't have taken me no fifty years to do it neither. But he never did. Why not? You see, the science of phrenology is crucial to understanding the separation about two species. In the skull of the African here, the area associated with submissiveness is larger than any human or other sub-human species on planet Earth. If you examine this piece of skull here, you'll notice three distinct dimples. Here, here and here. Now if I was holding a skull of a... of an Isaac Newton or Galileo, these three dimples would be in the area of the skull most associated with creativity. But this is the skull of old Ben, and in the skull of old Ben unburdened by genius, these three dimples exist in the area of the skull most associated with servility.
[Turns to Django]
Calvin: Now bright boy, I will admit you are pretty clever. But if I took this hammer here and I bashed it in your skull, you would have the same three dimples in the same place as old Ben.
Danny: That diamond is my ticket out of this God forsaken continent.
Jim: [Is continuously getting hit by the Father's cane. The bell rings and the Father stops hitting him] Too bad, Father. I was just beginning to enjoy it.
Father: We can do it again tomorrow if you like, Mr. Carroll.
Luke: [sarcasticly] What a tease.
[Rick and Cliff are being interviewed on location for "Bounty Law" by a NBC journalist]
Allen: Hello, everybody! This is Allen Kincade, on the set of the exciting hit NBC and Screen Gems television series "Bounty Law".
[gesturing to Rick and Cliff sitting side by side]
Allen: Now if you think you're seeing double, don't adjust your television sets, because, well, in a way you are. To my right is "Bounty Law" series lead and Jake Cahill himself, Rick Dalton. And to my left is Rick's stunt double, Cliff Booth. Welcome, gentlemen and thanks for taking the time to visit with us.
Rick: Well, it's our pleasure, Al.
Allen: So Rick uh, explain to the audience exactly what it is a stunt double does.
Rick: Well... Actors are required to a lot of dangerous stuff. Well... Say Jake Cahill gets shot off a horse. Now can I fall off the horse? Yes, I can. Yes, I have.
[the three chuckle]
Rick: Let's say I fall off wrong and I and I sprain my wrist or I- or I twist my ankle, now... that can put an undue burden on production 'cause now maybe I can't work for a week. So, Cliff here is meant to help carry the load.
Allen: Is that, uh, how you describe your job, Cliff?
Cliff: What, carrying his load?
[beat]
Cliff: Yeah, that's about right.
Allen: Join me next week on the set of The Dick Van Dyke Show where I'll be talking to those comical cut-ups Morey Amsterdam and Rose Marie. Till then, this is Allen Kincaid signing off from Hollywood!
[repeated line]
Jordan: Sell me this pen!
Oliver: [during Costigan's interview] We have a question: Do you want to be a cop, or do you want to appear to be a cop? It's an honest question. A lot of guys just want to appear to be cops. Gun, badge, pretend they're on TV.
Dignam: Yeah, a lot of people just wanna slam a nigger's head through a plate-glass window.
Billy: I'm all set without your own personal job application. Alright, Sergeant?
Dignam: What the fuck did you say to me, trainee?
Billy: [to Queenan] With all due respect, sir, what do you want from me?
Dignam: Hey asshole, he can't help you! I know what you are, okay? I know what you are and I know what you are not. I'm the best friend you have on the face of this earth, and I'm gonna help you understand something, you punk. You're no fuckin' cop!
Jim: I just wanna be pure, I just wanna be pure.
[repeated line]
Jay: Old sport.
Arthur: It would have to be a 747.
Cobb: Why is that?
Arthur: Because in a 747, the pilot's up top, and the first class cabin's in the nose, so no one would walk through. But you'd have to buy out the entire cabin. And the first class flight attendant...
Saito: I bought the airline.
[Everybody turns and stares at him. Saito just shrugs]
Saito: It seemed neater.
[Rose is about to cut Jack free with an axe]
Jack: Wait, wait, wait! Take a couple practice swings over there.
[Rose chops a hole in a cupboard door]
Jack: Good! Now try and hit the same mark again, Rose. You can do it!
[Rose chops again, missing the first hole by about 3 feet]
Jack: Okay, that's enough practice.
Rick: I could be one pool party away from starring in a Polanski movie!
Cobb: Never recreate from your memory. Always imagine new places!
Howard: [talking of Juan Trippe] He owns Pan-Am. He owns Congress. He owns the Civil Aeronautics Board. But he does not own the sky.
Assistant: [Carl and Mr. Marsh are visiting Frank in prison; Carl hopes to convince the FBI to let Frank out of prison] I'd like for you to take a look at something, tell me what you think.
Frank: [Marsh hands Frank a fake check as Carl looks on] It's a fake.
Assistant: How do you know? You haven't looked at it.
Frank: There's no perforated edge, right? This check was hand-cut, not fed. The paper's double-bonded, much too heavy to be a bank check. Magnetic ink, it's raised against my fingers, not flat. This doesn't smell like MICR, it's some kind of, uh, some kind of drafting ink. The kind you get at a stationery store.
Assistant: Frank, would you be interested in working for the FBI's Financial Crimes Unit?
Frank: I've already got a job here, you know. I, uh, deliver the mail.
Assistant: Frank, we have the power to take you out of prison. You'd be placed in the custody of the FBI where you'd serve out the remainder of your sentence as an employee of the Federal Government.
Frank: Under whose custody?
[Carl raises his hand]
Amsterdam: The earth turns, but we don't feel it more. And one night you look up. One spark and the whole sky is on fire.
Amsterdam: When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.
Howard: No, wait! Honey, you can't move! You can't move, you're safe here! You're in the germ-free zone now, y'understand?
Ava: I'll take my chances.
Howard: No, no! Honey, wait... wait, uh...
[Ava removes the string barriers from the doorway and walks into the study. She turns on the light, revealing that entire room is covered with used tissues and string barriers everywhere. Silence for a moment]
Ava: Love what you've done with the place...
[Jack and Rose break a door while the ship is sinking]
Employee: Hey! What do you think you're doing? You'll have to pay for that, you know? That's White Star Line property.
Jack,6831: Shut up!
Danny: So, don't tell me you're here to make a difference, huh?
Maddy: And you're here to make a buck?
Danny: I'm here for lack of a better idea.
Maddy: That's a shame.
Ernest: Can you find the wolves in this picture?
Rick: [as his Lancer character] I ain't gonna hurt her. I just want her to play the fiddle. Now go fetch her and tell her I'll give her a fat, five-dollar gold piece if she play her little chili pepper heart out!
Rick: All right, that's too hot. Anything we can do about that heat?
Flamethrower: Rick, it's a flamethrower.
Calvin: [to Stephen] Stephen, when you get through showing them to their rooms, go fetch Hildi. Get her cleaned up and smellin' real nice and send her over to Dr. Schultz's room.
Stephen: [laughing] Actually, Monsieur Candie sir, there's something I ain't told you about yet.
Calvin: What?
Stephen: Uh, Hildi 'in the hot box.
Calvin: Well what's she doin' there?
Stephen: What you think she doin' there, in the hot box? She been punished!
Calvin: Well what did she do?
Stephen: She run off again.
Calvin: Jesus Christ, Stephen! How many people run away while I was gone?
Stephen: Two.
Calvin: Well when did she go?
Stephen: Last night. They brung her back this morning.
Calvin: How long she been in the box?
Stephen: How long you think she been in there? All damn day! And the little bitch got ten more days to be in there.
Calvin: Take her out.
Stephen: Take her out? Why?
Calvin: Because I said so, that's why! Dr. Schultz is my guest. Hildi is my nigger. Southern hospitality dictates I make her available to him.
Stephen: But Monsieur Candie, she run off.
Calvin: Christ, Stephen! What is the point of having a nigger that speaks German if you can't wheel 'em out when you have a German guest? Now I realize it is an inconvenience. Still, you take her ass out!
Stephen: Yes sir.
Dr. King Schultz: Lori Lee! Will you and Cora be responsible for getting her cleaned up and presentable for Dr.Schultz, here?
Lara: Of course, darling.
Calvin: Now, gentlemen, I do apologize; but, I am weary from our travels beyond words. It is time for me to rest my tired eyes.
[kisses Lori Lee on the lips]
Stephen: [to the Overseers] Ya'll done heard the man! Get her ass up outta there! Go! Come here. Get her over there and get her cleaned up and bring her back over here to, uh, Doctor -
[to Schultz]
Stephen: What did you say your name was? Shoots?
Dr. King Schultz: Shultz.
Jordan: The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can't achieve it.
Howard: Will you marry me?
Ava: You're too crazy for me.
Professor: Well, the cumulonimbus formations about which you speak that look like...
Howard: Giant breasts full of milk. I want clouds, damn it.
Professor: Yes, clouds that look like giant breasts full of milk, cannot exactly be guaranteed for any particular occasion. So you might have to... to wait.
Howard: Then we'll wait. Look, whatever they pay you at UCLA I'm doubling it, all right? You work for me now. Find some clouds. Find some clouds! Find me some clouds!
Hell's: Welcome to Hell's Angels.
Howard: You don't care about money because you've always had it.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: All right this has gon on long enough. Juan Tripp is a great American. His airline has advanced the cause of commercial aviation in this country for decades. Juan Tripp is a patriot. Juan Tripp is not a man who's interested in making money.
Howard: Well, I'm sure his stockholders would be happy to hear that.
[Everybody starts laughing]
Hugh: I told you to be invisible, son!
Hawk: At least he...
Hugh: If you want to survive, keep your mouth shut!
Hawk: At least he heard me.
Hugh: They don't hear your voice! They just see the color of your face. You understand? You understand?
Hawk: Yes.
Colin: [bloodied and handcuffed, in freight elevator] Just fucking kill me. Just fucking kill me.
Billy: I am killing you.
Mal: What are you doing here?
Ariadne: My name is...
Mal: I know who you are. What are you doing here?
Ariadne: I'm just trying to understand...
Mal: How could you understand? Do you know what it is to be a lover? To be half of a whole?
Ariadne: No...
Mal: I'll tell you a riddle. You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you; but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?
Cobb: Because you'll be together.
Max: $430,000 in one month, Jordy. Huh?
Jordan: They're business expenses.
Max: Jordy, look what you've got here. Look at this! $26,000 for one fucking dinner!
Jordan: No, no, this can be explained. Dad, we had clients, Pfizer clients. Champagne.
Nicky: The porterhouse from Argentina.
Jordan: Expensive champagne and the what, we had to buy champagne.
[to Donnie]
Jordan: And you brought in all the sides... Tell him about the sides.
Donnie: I ordered the sides, so...
Max: Sides? Sides? $26,000 worth of sides? What are these sides? They cure cancer?
Donnie: The sides did cure cancer, that's the problem, that's why they were so expensive.
Jordan: [bursting into laughter] Shut the fuck up!
Donnie: I'm serious.
Hugh: As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe... keep breathing.
Amsterdam: Challenge.
Bill: Challenge accepted.
Andrew: Is it true you killed an officer?
Hugh: I just killed a man who was trying to kill my son.
Jordan: I am not gonna die sober!
Jay: If it wasn't for the mist, we could see the green light.
Daisy: What green light?
Jay: The one that burns all night at the end of your dock.
Nick: [narrating] Possibly, it had occurred to Gatsby that the colossal significance of that light had vanished forever. Now it was once again just a green light on a dock and his count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.
Frank: The truth is I'm not a doctor or a lawyer. I'm not an airline pilot. I'm nothing really. I'm just a kid in love with your daughter.
Maddy: The world is falling apart and all we hear about is blowjob-gate.
Danny: When was the last time the world wasn't falling apart, huh?
Maddy: Uh, a cynic. Why don't you sit down and make me miserable?
Bill: How old are you, Amsterdam?
Amsterdam: I'm not sure, sir. I never did quite figure it.
Bill: I'm forty-seven. Forty-seven years old. You know how I stayed alive this long? All these years? Fear. The spectacle of fearsome acts. Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands. He offends me, I cut out his tongue. He rises against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike, raise it high up so all on the streets can see. That's what preserves the order of things. Fear.
Howard: [doesn't hear what Kate says] Excuse me?
Katharine: Well, if you're deaf, you must own up to it. Get a hearing aid, or see my father. He's an urologist, but it's all tied up inside the body, don't you find?
Howard: Mmm.
Katharine: Me, I keep healthy. I take seven showers a day to keep clean, also because I'm so vulgarly referred to as "outdoors-y." Well, I'm not "outdoors-y," I'm athletic. I sweat! There it is, now we both know the sordid truth: I sweat, and you're deaf. Aren't we a fine pair of misfits?
Frank: Brenda, I don't want to lie to you anymore. All right? I'm not a doctor. I never went to medical school. I'm not a lawyer, or a Harvard graduate, or a Lutheran. Brenda, I ran away from home a year and a half ago when I was 16.
Brenda: Frank? Frank? You're not a Lutheran?
Rick: You fuckin' hippies came up here to smoke dope on a dark road, huh?
Danny: Sometimes I wonder... will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.
Howard: I care very much about aviation.
Jenny: [after running into Johnny] Look where you are going, Johnny!
[notices Amsterdam]
Jenny: You look stunned and poorly, sir.
[both of the men are silent and nervous]
Jenny: [sarcastic] Quite a pair of conversationists, aren't you.
Amsterdam: Maybe not. We're deep thinkers.
Jenny: [chuckles] Well then. Gentlemen, I leave you in the grace and favour of the Lord.
[walks off]
Jordan: I heard some stupid shit. I... I didn't even want to bring it up. It's just... stupid.
Donnie: Shit with me?
Jordan: You know, just... people say shit. I don't even know. I don't even listen to it half the time.
Donnie: What do they say?
Jordan: Shit about you and your cousin or something like that. I don't even listen to it. It doesn't even...
Donnie: No... it's not like that. It's not like that.
Jordan: You know what I mean? Like you married your cousin or some stupid shit, you know?
Donnie: Yeah, my wife... yeah, my wife is my cousin or whatever. But it's not like what you think or whatever, you know...
Jordan: Is she like a... first cousin, or is she...
Donnie: Yeah, no. She... you know, her... her father is the... is the brother of my mom.
Jordan: Mhm.
Donnie: It's not like... Look. We grew up together, and she grew up hot, you know. She fuckin' grew up hot and all of my friends were trying to fuck her, you know, and I wasn't... I'm not gonna let someone, you know, one of these assholes fuck my cousin. So I, you know, used the cousin thing as like... like an in with her. I'm not gonna let someone else fuck my cousin, you know? If anyone is gonna fuck my cousin it's gonna be me, out of... out of respect, you know?
Jordan: No, I get it, yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, you're not afraid of like the whole kid thing, right? Like the whole...
Donnie: What, if the kid's retarded?
Jordan: Yeah.
Donnie: No, we have two kids.
Jordan: And they're... I mean, I don't want to get personal or anything, but are they okay?
Donnie: No, they're not retarded or anything like that...
Jordan: But there's a big chance, right? The whole...
Donnie: Yeah, there's like a 60 percent, you know... 60, 65 percent chance the kid's gonna be fuckin' retarded or whatever...
Jordan: That'd scare the shit out of me, buddy.
Donnie: Look, man... a lot of having a kid or whatever takes risk, whether you're fuckin' cousins or not, you know...
Jordan: What if... what if you... I mean, what if something like that happened?
Donnie: Well, basically, you know, if the kid was retarded I would... I would, you know, drive it up to the country and just like, you know, open the door and let it... say "You're free now!" You know? Like, "Run free!" You know?
John: We had a deal, Glass! I tried to tell your boy! Alright? I tried to tell him what was happening, but wouldn't listen and he kept on screamin'. And he was gonna get everybody killed! But you and me, we had a deal. Y'all know what happened out there. On my soul, the Lord, HE knows what happened out there.
Hugh: There was no deal. You killed my boy.
John: Or may be you shoulda raised a man... instead of some girly little bitch.
Daisy: [after a long pause] Well, I'm certainly glad to see you again.
Jay: I-I'm certainly glad to see you, as well.
Dr. Randall Mindy: We really did have everything, didn't we? I mean, when you think about it.
Dr. King Schultz: [toasting their business transaction] Prost!
Calvin: [toasting in kind] ... German.
Amsterdam: I give you my word, this all will be finished tomorrow.
Jenny: No, it won't.
Ariadne: Why are they all looking at me?
Cobb: Because my subconscious feels that someone else is creating this world. The more you change things, the quicker the projections start to converge on you.
Ariadne: Converge?
Cobb: It's the foreign nature of the dreamer. They attack like white blood cells fighting an infection.
Ariadne: They're going to attack us?
Cobb: No. Just you.
Jason: [to Kate] You do not have clearance for this, sweetheart. Don't trip. I got you some crackers, some waters...
[throws them onto ground]
Dr. Randall Mindy: You don't need to throw it on the floor.
Danny: So you're a fisherman, ha? What do you catch mostly?
Solomon: Fish.
Jim: Time sure flies when you're young and jerking off.
Tom: I was, uh, sent down from Washington D.C. to see about these murders.
Ernest: See what about em?
Tom: See who's doin' it.
Amsterdam: Jenny was a Bluget, a girl pickpocket and a turtledove. A turtledove picks out a fine house, disguises herself as a housemaid and robs you blind. It takes a lot of sand to be a turtledove.
Hugh: I ain't afraid to die anymore. I'd done it already.
Naomi: Wake up, you piece of shit! Who's Venice?
Jordan: Who?
Naomi: Huh?
Jordan: Who? Who?
Naomi: Who? What are you, a fucking owl? Who is she? Some little hooker you were fucking last night?
Jordan: What the fuck are you talking about? No. No way, baby, no!
Naomi: You were calling her name in your sleep!
Jordan: Are you out of your fucking mind? I don't even know who Venice is. What the fuck does that even mean? Venice. That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my fucking life!
[after flashback of sex with Venice]
Jordan: That's right. That's right, I forgot. Donnie and I were investing in a condominium complex in Venice. That's why all this confusion.
Naomi: Oh, you're investing in Italy?
Jordan: Not Italy. California, baby!
Naomi: Oh, California? You're a lying piece of shit!
Jordan: Duchess, baby, come on!
Naomi: Don't you fucking Duchess me! Don't you Duchess me! Do you really think that I don't know what you're up to? You're a father now, Jordan.
Jordan: Yeah! I know.
Naomi: You're a father now. And you're still acting like an infant!
[throws water in his face]
Jordan: FUCK! GODDAMN IT! Baby, you know you got real anger issues.
Naomi: Who is the one who flew in here at 3:00 in the morning on their stupid helicopter and woke up Skylar? That was you! Doesn't even matter to you! Does it even matter to you that I just had that driving range sodded with Bermuda grass, Jordan, and now you fucking wrecked it!
Jordan: Oh, Bermuda grass.
Naomi: No, you didn't research the whole thing and deal with the fucking golf course people!
Jordan: Oh my God! You had to deal with the gold course people, too! What a Greek tragedy honey! Oh my God! You probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden! And actually do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day, huh? Because I can't keep track of your professions, honey. Last month you were a wine connoisseur, now you're an aspiring landscape architect. Let me get that right.
Naomi: Fuck you!
Jordan: Don't fucking dare throw that fucking water at me. Don't you fucking dare.
Dr. Randall Mindy: [Running gag repeated line] Oh, Gosh!
Cobb: [notices that he's being followed] That price on my head, was that dead or alive?
Eames: Not sure. See if he starts shooting.
Danny: You risk my life like that again... and I'll peel your face back off your head. You understand?
Frank: Have a seat, Bill.
[Costigan sits down at Costello's dinner table]
Frank: [while eating crab] Do you know John Lennon?
Billy: Yeah, sure, he was the president before Lincoln.
Frank: Lennon said, "I'm an artist. You give me a fucking tuba, I'll get you something out of it."
Billy: [sarcastically] Well I tell you Mr. Costello, I'd like to squeeze some fucking money out of it.
Frank: Smart mouth. Too bad. If you'll indulge me...
[sees Gwen leaving]
Frank: Now what?
Gwen: Choir practice.
Frank: [annoyed] Choir practice.
[Costello pulls out a severed human hand]
Frank: The point I'm making with John Lennon is - a man could look at anything, and make something out of it. For instance, I look at you and I think "what could I use you for?"
Dr. Randall Mindy: Why don't you go find some, uh... what are the little potatoes called? The tiny ones?
Kate: Fingerling potatoes?
Yule: Oh, I fucking LOVE fingerling potatoes!
Rick: Bunch of goddamn fuckin' hippies.
Rick: What the fuck?
Cobb: They say we only use a fraction of our brain's true potential. Now that's when we're awake. When we're asleep, we can do almost anything.
Amsterdam: The past is a torch that lights our way. Where our fathers have shown us the path, we shall follow. Our faith is the weapon most feared by our enemies. For thereby shall we lift our people up against those who would destroy us.
Rose: [to Jack] When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you.
Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it
[Jack and Rose start making out]
Nick: You can't repeat the past.
Jay: Can't repeat the past?
Nick: No...
Jay: Why, of course you can... of course you can.
[last lines]
Jordan: I'm not ashamed to admit it: my first time in prison, I was terrified. For a moment, I had forgotten I lived in a world where everything was for sale. Wouldn't you like to know how to sell it?
[as they were encountering some child soldiers while driving]
Danny: Drive right at them, they'll panic.
Benjamin: No, do you know where the word "infantry" comes from, it means: Child Soldier. They're just children.
Howard: [pensively weighing options] I could do that.
Jack: Do what?
Howard: Buy it.
Jack: You wanna *buy* the airline?
Howard: Well why not? We don't want a bunch of pencil-pushers gettin' in the way of us makin' our plane now do we?
Jack: No...
Howard: [walking away] You call Noel Dietrich. You tell him to start buying!
Jack: [yelling after him in shock] Hang on Howard! You sure you don't want to stop and think about this for a second?
Howard: Nope! I've got a tiger by the tail here and I'm not about to let go!
Rose: [seeing her standing alone on the highest railing of bow] Hello Jack. I changed my mind.
Jack: [stands onto the same railing she's on, hugs her waist] Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.
Jack: Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?
Rose: I trust you.
Jack: [Jack opens Rose's arms]
Jack: All right. Open your eyes.
Rose: [gasps in excitement] I'm flying, Jack!
Rose: [gasps in amazement] I'm flying, Jack!
Jack: [Jack starts singing softly into her ear] Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes.
[they kiss]
Jordan: You want a beer, pal?
Donnie: What are you drinkin'?
Jordan: I got this non-alcoholic shit...
Donnie: What's that?
Jordan: It's like a non-alcoholic beer. It's got no... no alcohol.
Donnie: It's a beer?
Jordan: Yeah, with no alcohol.
Donnie: But, you drink enough and... you drink a lot and it'll get you fucked up?
Jordan: No, there's no alcohol. That's the fuckin' point.
Donnie: I'm not a scientist; I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I can get you beer if you want fuckin' beer.
Jordan: I know, but I don't drink, remember? I don't drink anymore.
Donnie: What, you wanna go inside and blow some lines of baking powder, baking soda? Can't imagine ever not enjoying getting fucked up. I love it.
Jordan: Yeah...
Donnie: How's being sober?
Jordan: It fuckin' sucks.
Donnie: Boring, right?
Jordan: So boring. I'm gonna kill myself.
Arthur: So, once we've made the plant, how do we go out? Hope you have something more elegant in mind than shooting me in the head?
Cobb: A kick.
Ariadne: What's a kick?
Eames: This, Ariadne, would be a kick
[kicks the leg of the chair Arthur's swinging at]
Arthur: [finds his balance and glares at Eames]
Jay: You see, I thought you ought to know something about my life. I didn't want you to think I was... Well, I didn't want you to think I was just some nobody.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: [speaking with a southern American accent] And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: [trying to imitate the southern American accent] And spit like a man!
Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
Waitress: That's an awfully official-looking White House badge you got there.
Dr. Randall Mindy: I don't know why I have this on.
Nearby: Listen, just tell us what's going on.
Guy from the Bar: I got three scared kids at home. How about you just tell us something.
Dr. Randall Mindy: I understand. I wish could share information, but...
Guy from the Bar: We're people just like you. We deserve to know!
Kate: They're right. They deserve to know. Do you really wanna know what's going on?
Dr. Teddy Oglethorpe: Kate, don't. Kate.
Dr. Randall Mindy: Kate.
Kate: They found a bunch of gold and diamonds and rare shit on the comet. So they're gonna let it hit the planet to make a bunch of rich people even more disgustingly rich!
Amsterdam: It's a funny feeling being taken under the wing of a dragon. It's warmer than you'd think.
Dr. Randall Mindy: I don't feel so good.
Brie: Alright, so I think what we'll do, we'll go to commercial break...
Dr. Randall Mindy: No, please, please Brie. Don't cut away. Let me say something
Jack: You came to the right place because on this show, we like to say things...
Dr. Randall Mindy: Would you please, just stop being so
[bleep]
Dr. Randall Mindy: pleasant? I'm sorry, but not everything needs to sound so goddamn clever or charming or likeable all the time. Sometimes we need to just be able to say things to one another. We need to hear things! Look, let's establish, once again, that there is a huge comet headed towards Earth. And the reason we know that there is a comet is because we saw it. We saw it with our own eyes using a telescope. I mean, for God's sake, we took a fucking picture of it! What other proof do we need? And if we can't all agree at the bare minimum that a giant comet the size of Mount Everest, hurtling its way towards planet Earth is not a fucking good thing, then what the hell happened to us? I mean, my God, how do-- How do we even talk to each other? What've we... What've we done to ourselves? How do we fix it? We should have deflected this comet when we had the fucking chance, but we didn't do it. I don't know why we didn't do it. And now they're actually firing scientists like me for speaking out, for opposing them. And I'm sure many of the people out there aren't even gonna listen to what I just said 'cause they have their own political ideology, but I... .I assure you, I am not on one side or the other. I'm just telling you the fucking truth.
Brie: I-I think this would be a good time to establish that Isherwell and the president have both said that there's benefits to be...
Dr. Randall Mindy: Right, well, the president of the United States. Is fucking. Lying! Look I'm just like all of you. I hope to God, I hope to... God that this president knows what she's doing. I hope she's got us all taken care of, but the truth is... I think, this whole administration, has completely. Lost. Their fucking mind! And I think. We're all. Gonna die!
Jordan: She designs women's panties too? Oh, my God!
Frank Abagnale Sr.: ...I am your father.
Frank: Then ask me to stop. Then ask me to stop.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: You can't stop.
Maddy: My dad came home from the war in '69. It took him about... twenty years to get right.
Danny: [Scoffs bitterly, Maddy looks at him questioningly] You Americans - you Americans love to talk about your feelings, huh? So, what does that mean? What? You've got a thing for messed up vets now?
Maddy: [Angrily] Shut up.
[They stare at each other]
Maddy: You lost both your parents.
Danny: That's a - That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and um... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine
[leans back, scrunches his eyes, then laughs]
Danny: . Boo-hoo, right?
[Maddy stares]
Danny: Sometimes I wonder, will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.
[Leans forward, emotional, voice breaking]
Danny: It's uh... Ah, What's the point, huh?
[Puts his head in his hands]
Maddy: [Maddy reaches forward and takes his hand. He looks up, and they stare at each other, their hands entwined]
Solomon: I thought you would steal it from me.
Danny: Yeah, yeah, it occured to me, huh?
Calvin: Dr. Schultz, in Greenville, you yourself said that for the right nigger you'd be willing to pay what some may consider is a ridiculous amount. To which me myself said "What is your definition of ridiculous?" To which you said "$12,000." Now, considering y'all have ridden a whole lot of miles...
[Candie aggressively grabs Broomhilda's head, she whimpers as Django looks on intensively]
Calvin: ... went through a whole lot of trouble...
[Candie continues holding Broomhilda's head, and starts rubbing her face]
Calvin: ... and done spread a whole lot of bull to purchase this lovely lady right here, it would appear that Broomhilda is in fact the right nigger. And if y'all wanna leave Candyland with Broomhilda, the price... is $12,000.
Dr. King Schultz: And I take it you prefer the take it or leave it style of negotiation?
Calvin: [Candie lets go of Broomhila's head] Yes, I do, Doctor. You see, under the laws of Chickasaw County, Broomhilda, here, is my property... and I can choose to do with MY PROPERTY... WHATEVER I SO DESIRE!
[Candie rubs his injured hand and smears the blood all over Broomhilda's face; she shrieks and moans in disgust and fear]
Calvin: And if y'all think my price for this nigger here is too steep, what I'm gonna desire to do is...
[Candie causally sets his cigarette down; he suddenly but quickly picks up his hammer and violently grabs hold of Broomhilda's hair, slamming her face on the dinner table and raising the hammer above her head. Schultz jumps while Django rises up out of his seat]
Calvin: TAKE THIS GODDAMNED HAMMER HERE, AND BEAT HER ASS TO DEATH WITH IT! RIGHT IN FRONT OF BOTH YA'LL! THEN WE CAN EXAMINE THE THREE DIMPLES INSIDE BROOMHILDA'S SKULL! NOW... WHAT'S IT GONNA BE DOC? HUH? WHAT'S IT GOING TO BE?
Dr. King Schultz: [Screams back nervously] May I lift my hands off the table in order to remove my billfold?
Calvin: YES, you may!
[Schultz quickly retrieves his wallet out of his pocket and tosses it on the table; Stephen grabs it and starts counting the money]
Stephen: [Nods to Calvin with the cash] That twelve.
[Candie greedily smiles as Stephen drops the cash in front of him]
Calvin: [Lets go of Broomhilda's head and slams the hammer loudly on the table] SOLD... TO THE MAN WITH EXCEPTIONAL BEARD, AND HIS UNEXCEPTIONAL NIGGER!
Maddy: Tell me where you are, and I will come help you.
Danny: [after seeing his blood mix in with the red earth] I'm right where I'm supposed to be...
Hugh: He's afraid. He knows how far I came to find him.
Naomi: I want a divorce.
Jordan: What do you mean you want a divorce? What is that supposed to mean, you want a divorce?
Naomi: Get off me! I want a divorce. Get off.
Jordan: You just made love to me. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Naomi: I don't love you anymore, Jordan!
Jordan: Oh, you don't love me? You don't love me anymore, huh? Well isn't that just fucking convenient for you! Now that I'm under federal indictment with an electronic bracelet around my ankle, now you decide you don't fucking love me anymore. Is that right?
Naomi: No, no.
Jordan: What kind of person are you? Tell me.
Naomi: You married me!
Jordan: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Naomi: Jordan, this is how it's gonna go. I'm gonna take custody of the kids. If you agree to the divorce right now, I will allow visitation. Okay? Don't try to fight it.
Jordan: Oh my God.
Naomi: It will save us both a lot of money and I got a feeling you're gonna need it.
Jordan: You're not taking my kids, sweetheart. You hear me?
Naomi: I've already talked to the lawyer. He said even if you don't get convicted I've got a good chance of getting them.
Jordan: I got news for you. You're not fucking taking my children you vicious fucking cunt, you!
[Naomi slaps Jordan and he slaps her back]
Jordan: Fuck you! You fucking bitch! You're not fucking taking my goddamn fucking kids! You hear me? Fuck you! You're not fucking taking my fucking kids! Fucking whore.
Naomi: [Sees Jordan snorting cocaine] Look at yourself, Jordan. You're sick! You're a sick man!
Jordan: Fuck you! I told you, you're not taking my fucking kids.
Naomi: You think I would let my kids near you? Look at yourself! You know what my lawyer said? My lawyer said that you're going to prison for 20 years, Jordan! Twenty fucking years! You're never gonna see the kids again! No, I'm not fucking letting you near my kids!
Jordan: You don't think I'm gonna see my fucking kids again, huh?
[Last day of the Senate Committee hearings]
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Mr. Hughes, did you receive $43 million to manufacture 100 XF-11 spy planes for the United States Air Force?
Howard: I did.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: How many functional planes did you deliver to the United States Air Force?
Howard: None.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Would you lean a little closer to the microphone, sir?
Howard: [annoyed, Howard does so] None!
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Did you receive $13 million to manufacture a prototype of a flying boat known as The Hercules?
Howard: [clears throat] I did.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: And did you deliver that plane?
Howard: I did not.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [stunned] So, by your admission in this chamber, Mr. Hughes, you have received *$56 million*... for the United States government... for planes you never delivered.
Howard: That is correct.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [Brewster can't believe his own luck, begins chuckling] Well, excuse me for asking, Mr. Hughes, but... where did all that money go?
Howard: Well, it went into the planes, Senator. And a lot more.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: More?
[still darkly chuckling]
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Do tell, Mr. Hughes? What other larcenies did you commit?
Howard: I mean, I put *my* money into these planes, Senator. My money. See, the thing is...
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [attempting to stop Howard from speaking] Mr. Hughes, your personal finances are n -- are not...
Another: [sitting next to Brewster] Let him speak.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [wary] Alright, proceed, Mr. Hughes.
Howard: See, the thing is, I care very much about aviation. It has been the great joy of my life. That's why I put my own money into these planes and I've lost millions, Senator Brewster, and I'll go on losing millions. It's just... what I do. Now, if I've lost a lot of the government's money during the war, well, I hope folks will put that into perspective. You see, more than 60 other airplanes ordered from such firms as Lockheed, Douglas, Northrup and Boeing never saw action either. In all, more than $800 million was spent during the war on planes that never flew. Over 6 *billion* on other weapons that were never delivered. Yet, Hughes Aircraft, with her 56 million... is the only firm under investigation here today. Now I cannot help but think that has a little more to do with TWA than planes that did not fly!
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: [now worried] I think you've made your point, Mr. Hughes...
Howard: One second, Senator Brewster! I have one more thing to say here to this committee... and that has to do with The Hercules. Now, I am supposed to be... many things that are not complimentary. I am supposed to be capricious. I have been called a playboy. I've even been called an eccentric, but I do not believe I have the reputation of being a liar. Now, needless to say, The Hercules was a monumental undertaking. It is the largest plane ever built. It is over five stories tall with a wingspan longer than a football field. That's more than a city block! Now, I put the sweat of my life into this thing, I got my reputation all rolled up in it. And I have stated several times that if The Hercules fails to fly, I will leave this country and never come back! And I mean it! Now, Senator Brewster, you can subpoena me, you can arrest me, you can claim I've folded up and taken a run-out powder, But, well... I've just about had enough of this nonsense. Good afternoon.
[leaves]
Howard: Does that look clean to you?
Ava: Nothing's clean, Howard. But we do our best, right?
Maddy: You lost both your parents.
Danny: That's a polite way of putting it, ja. Mum was raped and shot and uh... Dad was decapitated and hung from a hook in the barn. I was nine... boo-hoo right?
[on "The Outlaw"]
Glenn: Howard, you really think they're gonna let you put out a whole movie just about tits?
Howard: [beat] Sure. Who doesn't like tits?
[cut to a panel of frowning members of the Motion Pictures Association of America]
Bill: I killed the last honorable man, 15 years ago. Since then it's... You seen his portrait downstairs?
Amsterdam: Mm-hmm.
Bill: 'S your mouth all glued-up with cunny juice? I asked you a question!
Amsterdam: [angrily] I said I *seen* it, sir.
Bill: [smiling] Oh, you got a murderous rage in you! I like it. So much life boiling up in you. That's good!
Jordan: [dubious] S-so if I, if I sell a stock at $10,000, my commission is 5,000 bucks.
Dwayne: If you sell $10,000 worth of this stock, I will personally give you a blowjob for free
[Jordan laughs]
Dwayne: ... and I hope it happens.
[both laugh]
Jordan: I fucked her brains out... for eleven seconds.
Marvin: It is so much fun. All the shooting...
[Marvin imitates machine gun noises]
Marvin: I love that stuff, you know, with the killing.
Rick: Lot of killing, lot of killing.
Oliver: [during Costigan's interview] Do you know what we do here? My section?
Billy: Sir, yes, sir. I have an idea...
Dignam: [interrupting] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's say you have no idea and leave it at that, okay? No idea. Zip. None. If you had an idea of what we do, we would not be good at what we do, now would we? We would be cunts. Are you calling us cunts?
Oliver: Staff Sergeant Dignam has a style of his own. I'm afraid we all have to get used to it.
Danny: I like to get kissed before I get fucked.
Amsterdam: Suppose you back an Irish candidate, of my choosin', and I'll deliver all the Irish vote?
Boss: That will only happen in the reign of Queen Dick.
Kate: We have exactly six months, ten days, two hours, 11 minutes and 41 seconds, until a comet twice the size of Chicxulub tears through our atmosphere and extincts all life on Earth.
Dr. Randall Mindy: When did you do those calculations?
Kate: I put the moment of impact on a diet app. So, impact is when my diet ends. Only I'm not on a diet. I'm just crying five times a day.
Carl: [Frank is making one last attempt to run by impersonating a pilot once again. Carl catches up with him at Dulles Airport] How'd you do it, Frank? How'd you pass the bar in Louisiana?
Frank: [Frank continues to walk. Carl walks several paces behind] What are you doing here?
Carl: Listen...
Frank: I'm sorry I put you through all this.
Carl: You go back to Europe, you're gonna die in Perpignan Prison. You try to run here in the States, we'll send you back to Atlanta for 50 years.
Frank: I know that.
Carl: I spent four years trying to arrange your release. Had to convince my bosses at the FBI and the Attorney General of the United States you wouldn't run.
Frank: Why'd you do it?
Carl: You're just a kid.
Frank: I'm not your kid. You said you were going to Chicago.
Carl: My daughter can't see me this weekend. She's going skiing.
Frank: You said she was four years old. You're lying.
Carl: She was four when I left. Now she's 15. My wife's been remarried for 11 years. I see Grace every now and again.
Frank: I don't understand.
Carl: Sure you do. Sometimes, it's easier living the lie.
[Frank stops, Carl catches up]
Carl: I'm going to let you fly tonight, Frank. I'm not even going to try to stop you. That's because I know you'll be back on Monday.
Frank: Yeah? How do you know I'll come back?
Carl: Frank, look. Nobody's chasing you.
Danny: [reads off Maddy's computer] "In the ninety degree heat, Solomon Vandy drops to his knees, rattling the wire with his powerful hands."
[laughs lightly]
Maddy: What?
[Turns around aggressively, smiling an angry smile that turns into a grimace]
Maddy: Do you think I'm exploiting his grief?
Danny: [Scoffs knowingly again]
Maddy: You're right. It's shit. It's like one of those infomercials with African kids with swollen bellies and flies in their eyes. See here I've got dead mothers, I've got severed limbs, but it's *nothing* new. Sure, it might make some people cry if they read it, maybe even write a check. But it's not going to be enough to make it stop! I'm sick of writing about victims but it's all I can fucking do! Because I need names, I need dates, I need pictures, I need bank accounts. Which is to say that I need someone to go *on* record. And if that's not you, and you're not really gonna help me, and we're not really gonna screw, then why don't you get the *fuck* out of my face, and let me do my work?
Danny: [scoffs, grimacing] You know Solomon thinks his son will be a doctor someday? Maybe his baby dies in that camp, maybe his daughter gets raped. Who knows, maybe both. Do you realize that that diamond is his only chance of getting his family out of here...
Maddy: [angrily] - You don't give a rat's ass...
Danny: - Do you understand that?
Maddy: - About his family.
Jordan: [holding his child] Does Daddy get a kiss from both of his little girls?
Naomi: Oh, no. No, Daddy doesn't even get to touch Mommy for a very, very... very long time.
Jordan: Daddy's really sorry about what he said in the other room, he didn't mean any of it!
Naomi: Daddy shouldn't waste his time. And from now on... it's gonna be nothing but short, short skirts around the house. And you know something else, Daddy? Mommy is just so sick and tired of wearing panties.
Jordan: Yeah?
Naomi: Yeah.
Naomi: [pushes him away with her legs] But no touching.
Jordan: Oh, gosh.
Billy: [to Frank Costello in Frank's bar] You accuse me once, I put up with it. You accuse me twice... I quit. You pressure me to fear for my life and I will put a fucking bullet in your head as if you were anybody else. Okay?
[Frank drops something. He reaches under the table and pulls up a gun. He looks at it as if he's never seen it before and then points it at Billy]
Frank: You got something you wanna... ask me?
Danny: Why don't we go back to your place, see what's in the mini bar?
Maddy: I'm a print journalist... I drank it.
Jim: Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down, it's beautiful.
Maddy: Smuggler?
Danny: How about 'Soldier of Fortune'... or is that too much of a cliché?
[to Maddy Bowen]
Danny: You come here with your laptop computers, your malaria medicine and you little bottles of hand sanitizer and think you can change the outcome, huh?
Brie: I've just realized, we don't really know anything about each other. Do we?
Dr. Randall Mindy: True. Well, every time I try to ask you about your life, you seem to just tell me about your, your favorite restaurants.
Brie: Well, I... You know... I just despise the, you know, getting-to-know-you part of relationships, so...
Dr. Randall Mindy: Oh, okay. I understand.
Brie: Okay, let's just get it over and done with. Okay, uh... Right, so, uh... My grandfather invented the flash-freezing process. So I come from grotesque money, but I got away from it by getting three masters degrees.
Calvin: I've heard tell about you. I heard you been telling everybody them mandingos ain't no damn good, ain't nothing nobody is selling is worth buying - I'm curious. What makes you such a mandingo expert?
Django: I'm curious what makes you so curious.
Frank: I got this rat, this gnawing, cheese eating fuckin' rat and it brings up questions... You know, see, Bill, like you're the new guy. Girlfriend... Why don't you stay in the bar that night I got your numbers. Social Security numbers. Everybody's fuckin' numbers.
Billy: Is there something that you just wanna go ahead and ask me? 'Cause I'll give you the fuckin' answer, all right? Frank, look at me. Look at me. I'm not the fuckin' rat. Okay? I'm not the fuckin' rat.
Jordan: Hello, John. How are you doing today? You mailed in my company a postcard a few weeks back, requesting information on penny stocks that had huge upside potential with very little downside risk. Does that ring a bell?
John: Yeah, I may have sent something.
Jordan: Okay, great. The reason for the call today, John, is something just came across my desk, John. It is perhaps the best thing I've seen in the last six months. If you have 60 seconds, I'd like to share the idea with you. You got a minute?
John: Actually, I'm really very...
Jordan: The name of the company, Aerotyne International. It is a cutting edge high-tech firm out of the Midwest, awaiting imminent patent approval on the next generation of radar detectors that have both huge military and civilian applications. Now, right now, John, the stock trades over-the-counter at 10 cents a share. And by the way, John, our analysts indicate it could go a heck of a lot higher than that. Your profit on a mere $6,000 investment could be upwards of $60,000!
John: Jesus! That's my mortgage, man.
Jordan: Exactly. You could pay off your mortgage.
John: This stock will pay off my house?
Jordan: John, one thing I can promise you, even in this market, is that I never ask my clients to judge me on my winners. I ask them to judge me on my losers, because I have so few. And in the case of Aerotyne, based on every technical factor out there, John, we are looking at a grand slam home run.
John: Okay, let's do it. I'll do four grand.
Jordan: $4,000? That'd be 40,000 shares, John. Let me lock in that trade right now and get back to you with my secretary with an exact confirmation. Sound good, John?
John: Yeah, sounds good.
Jordan: Great. Hey, John. Thank you for your vote of confidence and welcome to the Investor's Center.
Jordan: So you listen to me and you listen well. Are you behind on your credit card bills? Good, pick up the phone and start dialing! Is your landlord ready to evict you? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! Does your girlfriend think you're a fucking worthless loser? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich!
Soldier: Archer! You're a dead man!
Danny: Ja, ja.
[Kate sits in a car with a bag over her head]
Dr. Randall Mindy: I did everything I could. They won't listen.
Kate: Surprise, surprise.
Dr. Teddy Oglethorpe: I'm starting to think you just like riling people up.
Dr. Randall Mindy: I'm so sorry, Kate. Really, I am.
Kate: Oh, Randall. God. Where's Brie Evantee? Shouldn't you two be playing footsie in a restaurant that only serves cubes and foam?
Dr. Teddy Oglethorpe: Well, she ain't wrong. You did lose the thread in a big way.
Dr. Randall Mindy: And what do you suggest we do? An online petition, huh? You want to hold... Get a mob and hold up picket signs? You wanna overthrow the government? I mean, look at this.
Kate: I can't! My head is in a bag!
Danny: Out here, people kill each other as a way of life. It's always been like that.
Jack: [leaning on the railing on the starboard side, waving to people as the Titanic sets off] Goodbye!
Fabrizio: You know somebody?
Jack: Of course not! That's not the point! Goodbye, I'll miss you!
Fabrizio: Goodbye! I'm gonna never forget you!
Daisy: I wish we could just run away.
Jay: Run away? No. Daisy, darling, that... that wouldn't be respectable. We're gonna live here, in this house. You and me.
Riley: You guys discovered a comet? That's so dope. I have a tattoo of a shooting star on my back.
Kate: Oh.
Dr. Randall Mindy: That's terrific. We heard about your breakup too, so we just wanna say... We're very sorry, right? We're real sorry. You seem like a... great person.
Riley: Why don't you mind your own business, you old fuck?
Howard: I want ten chocolate chip cookies. Medium chips. None too close to the outside.
Howard: Pull back on the wheel a bit.
Katharine: GOLLY!
Howard: I don't think I've ever met anyone who uses the word Golly.
President: Mmm-hmm. So how certain is this?
Dr. Randall Mindy: There's 100% certainty of impact.
President: Please, don't say 100%.
Old: Can we just call it a potentiality significant event?
President: Yeah.
Kate: But it isn't *potentially* going to happen. It *is* going to happen.
Dr. Randall Mindy: Exactly, 99.78% to be exact.
Jason: Oh, great. Okay, so it's not 100%.
Dr. Teddy Oglethorpe: Well, scientists never like to say 100%.
President: Call it 70% and let's just move on.
Kate: But it's not even close to 70%.
President: You cannot go around saying to people that there's 100% chance that they're going to die. You know? It's just nuts.
Billy: [talking in the back seat of a car] When are you gonna take Costello, huh?
[animated]
Billy: I mean, what's wrong with taking him on any one of the
[yelling]
Billy: million fucking felonies that you've seen him do, or I've seen him do? I mean, I mean, he murdered somebody, right? The guy fucking murders somebody, and you don't fucking take him! What are you waiting for, honestly? I mean, do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor? Is that what you guys want?
Dignam: [sarcastically while sitting in the front seat] Yeah, well that might stick.
Oliver: [to Dignam] Will you shut up?
[to Billy]
Oliver: We are building a case. It takes time. You know that.
Billy: Somethings wrong. I'm telling you, something's wrong.
Oliver: Yeah, maybe.
Jordan: [to the waiter] Oh, I'm good with water for now.
Mark: It's his first day on Wall Street. Give him time.
Jordan: My name is Jordan Belfort. I'm a former member of the middle class raised by two accountants in a tiny apartment in Bayside, Queens. The year I turned 26, as the head of my own brokerage firm, I made $49 million, which really pissed me off because it was three shy of a million a week.
Jordan: After 15 years in storage, the lemmons had developed a delayed fuse. It took 90 minutes for these fuckers to kick in but once they did, *pow.* And I had skipped the tingle phase and jumped straight to the drool phase. These little bastards were so strong I had discovered a whole new phase. The Cerebral Palsy phase.
Amsterdam: Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart.
Madolyn: [during his counseling session] What do you expect coming in here?
Billy: I have to come here.
Madolyn: I know you have to come here, but now that you're here, what do you want?
Billy: You want the truth? Valium.
Madolyn: You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.
Billy: What does that say about what you do for a living?
Madolyn: I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.
Billy: Look... look, I'm having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a fucking heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for fucking weeks.
Madolyn: Is that true?
Billy: Yeah, that's true. Alright? I said it was fucking true. I want some fucking pills and you're gonna what? You're gonna close my file? Is that what you're going to do?
Madolyn: No, I didn't close your file. I...
Billy: [angry] I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only fucking here!
Madolyn: You are! You are!
Billy: Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You're fucking ridiculous!
[Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium]
Billy: [picking up the pills] Two pills? Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my fucking head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?
Madolyn: You know what? You can leave!
Billy: What the fuck did I just put myself through? I'm fucking out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it fucking hotshot!
Glenn: We installed the 450 radial, but the struts won't take the vibration. Minute we go contact, the struts start craking at the attach points.
Howard: Dammit, Odie, if the 450's too big, figure something else out!
Glenn: We've done everything - we've rebuilt her from top to bottom. If we drain the fuel tank for a couple of runs she might make 180 mph.
Howard: I want minimum 200.
Glenn: Yeah, well, I want a date with Theda Bara, but that ain't gonna happen either.
Howard: Don't be so sure... OK, OK, OK, this is a simple engineering problem. We just gotta think it out.
[pause]
Howard: So if the struts won't sustain the engine we need - then we gotta get rid of them.
Glenn: Then the top wing falls off.
Howard: Then let it.
Glenn: What?
Howard: Who says we need a top wing?
[pauses]
Howard: Who says we need *anything*?
[Glenn is warming up to Hughes' idea]
Glenn: A monoplane...
Howard: A cantilevered monoplane. They're doing it in France. To the hell with the top wing and the struts...
Glenn: 550 Whitney Wasp engine...
Howard: 100 octane fuel will give us a top horsepower of - what?
Glenn: Seven hundred.
Howard: Squeeze it to a thousand and we got the fastest plane ever built.
Glenn: You know, I just gotta say... we've already spent over $200,000 rebuilding this plane.
Howard: To the hell with it.
[smiles]
Howard: Tear it up, Odie.
[Glenn takes a sledgehammer and annihilates the struts on the top wing; the top wing falls off]
Madolyn: [after a counseling session] Why is the last patient of the day always the hardest?
Billy: Because you're tired and you don't give a shit. It's not super-natural.
[Rose jumps from the saving boat and goes to where Jack is]
Jack: Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?
Rose: You jump, I jump, right?
Jack: Right.
Rose: Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack.
Jack: It's all right. We'll think of something.
Rose: At least I'm with you.
Commander: You get something for me?
Danny: And yourself get something for me, huh?
Commander: You bring the plane come first.
Danny: Are you craze? You get to pay me first for them.
[Commander Zero hands Danny a small bag of diamonds, Danny checks its content]
Danny: This no fine, huh? This no fine.
Commander: This no more you get!
Danny: Then your boys then can use one ol' rotten AK them against them government troops and their new weapons them, huh?
Commander: Maybe I could just kill you and take away what you bring back!
Danny: Then you get one more dead body instead of aeroplane way full with grenade launchers. So I think I go to them government then, huh? Them government, at least them go pay me, huh?
Commander: Wait, wait. Wait, my friend. This is the thing you want? Here.
[Commander Zero pours diamonds from a can in Danny's hands]
Commander: So many I not know what do with them all. - Hey, Archer, next time, you bring satellite TV, eh? I wanna see Baywatch.
Danny: Ja. Ja, ja.
Donnie: Jesus Christ, I think you have a fuckin' drug problem.
Jordan: Where are the 'ludes'?
Donnie: They're up my ass. Don't worry about it, I got it.
Jordan: [sigh of relief] Thank God.
Roger: Frank, would you like to say grace?
[Long pause]
Roger: Unless you're not comfortable.
Frank: Absolutely. Two little mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, but the second mouse, he struggled so hard that he eventually churned that cream into butter and he walked out. Amen.
[All: Amen]
Carol: Oh, that was beautiful. The mouse, he churned that cream into butter.
[Brown is telling Billy why he signed up for the police while jogging for a police training exercise]
Brown: So she tells me, "You never finish anything. You finish the police course, you get taken care of again, baby." So after graduation, I get a blowjob again.
Billy: That's great. Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman.
Brown: Fuck yourself.
Billy: Look at it this way: You're a black guy in Boston. You don't need any help from me to be completely fucked.
Cobb: What do you want?
Saito: Inception. Is it possible?
Arthur: Of course not.
Saito: If you can steal an idea, why can't you plant one there instead?
Arthur: Okay, this is me, planting an idea in your mind. I say: don't think about elephants. What are you thinking about?
Saito: Elephants?
Arthur: Right, but it's not your idea. The dreamer can always remember the genesis of the idea. True inspiration is impossible to fake.
Cobb: No, it's not.
Jim: And in the next life, father, I'M gonna have the PADDLE.
Jordan: People say shit... I mean like, you married your cousin or some stupid shit.
Donnie: Yeah, my wife is my cousin or whatever, but it's not like what you think.
Jordan: Is she like, a first cousin?
Donnie: Her father is the brother of my mom. Like, we grew up together, and she grew up hot, you know, she fucking grew up hot. And all my friends are trying to fuck her, you know, and I'm not gonna let one of these assholes fuck my cousin. So I used the cousin thing, as like, an in with her. I'm not like, gonna let someone else fuck my cousin, you know? If anyone's gonna fuck my cousin, it's gonna be me. Out of respect.
Frank: [as Frank Conners] Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is irrefutable evidence that the defendant is, in fact, lying.
Judge: Mr. Conners, this is a preliminary hearing. There is no... defendant. There is no... jury. It's just me. Son... what in the HELL is wrong with you?
Hugh: We got to get off this boat.
John: You wanna get off the boat? Then what we gonna do, huh? We gonna take our furs and sit out there amongst the weed like a bunch of god damn ducks?
Hugh: The safe thing to do is track a new course back up on land.
Max: Jordy, one of these days the chickens are gonna come home to roost.
Jordan: You're lookin' at me like I'm crazy.
Max: Crazy? This is obscene!
Jordan: [voice over] It was obscene, in the normal world. I mean, who the fuck wanted to live there?
Billy: [to the bartender] Cranberry juice.
Man: It's a natural diuretic. My girlfriend drinks it when she's got her period. What, do you got your period?
[Billy grabs an empty glass and smashes it onto the man's head. Mr. French grabs Billy throws him against the wall. Billy tries to go towards the man again and French holds him against the wall. Billy pushes French's hands away]
Billy: Get your fuckin' hands off me!
Mr. French: [calmly] Hey, hey, hey... do you know me?
Billy: No, no.
Mr. French: Well, I'm the guy that tells you there are guys you can hit and there's guys you can't. Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but it's almost a guy you can't hit. So I'm gonna make a fuckin' ruling on this right now. You don't fuckin' hit him. You understand?
Billy: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine, fine.
Mr. French: I fucking know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot fucking cop-magnet of a cousin of yours and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I'll cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?
Billy: Yeah, yeah, I do.
Mr. French: What are you drinkin'?
Billy: [embarrassed] A cranberry juice.
Mr. French: What is it, your period?
[to the bartender]
Mr. French: Get him a... cranberry juice.
Mr. French: [to the man] Hey, fuckhead, that's Jackie's nephew.
Man: Oh.
Mr. French: What? "Oh" fuckin' what?
[punches the man four times in the face]
Mr. French: Get the fuck outta here.
Trudi: [whispering in his ear] That was the best acting I've ever seen in my whole life.
Rick: Thank you.
[Trudi walks away. Rick seems touched by her compliment]
Rick: [to himself] Rick fuckin' Dalton!
Chrissy: [sees the whole family having fun without her] I knew it! I caught you!
[everyone gasps]
Dr. Jason Seaver: What should we do?
Mike: Put her back to bed!
[Mike picks up Chrissy sending her back to her room]
Dr. Jason Seaver,112699: [chanting] Put her back to bed! Put her back to bed! Put her back to bed! Put her back to bed!
Chrissy: [crying] STOP IT! STOP IT!
[Chrissy is shown already in bed having a nightmare]
Chrissy: Stop it, stop it, stop it! Stop it!
Dr. Jason Seaver: [runs upstairs with Maggie] Honey, what's wrong?
Chrissy: That's it! I'm never going to sleep again!
Ava: You listened to my phone calls?
Howard: No! No! No! Honey I would never do that! I'd never do that! I... I just read the transcripts, that's all.
Frank: [in a restaurant] You know, if your father were alive, and saw you here sitting with me, let's say he would have a word with me about this. In fact, he'd kill seven guys just to cut my throat, and he could do it. That's maybe something you don't know about William Costigan, Sr.
Billy: [asking if his father never murdered anyone] So he never? I mean, never?
Frank: No. He kept his own counsel. He never wanted money. You can't do anything with a man like that. You're Uncle Jackie - he also would kill my entire fucking family if he saw me here with you. And I think about this.
Billy: [confused] So what the fuck are we talking about here?
Frank: Did you ever think about going back to school?
Billy: School?
[laughs]
Billy: All due respect Mr. Costello, school is out.
Frank: Maybe someday you'll wake the fuck up.
Jay: I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love...
Reggie: Hey white boy! Are you ready for your beatin'?
Jim: Don't let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle.
[last lines]
Amsterdam: ...And no matter what they did to build this city up again, for the rest of time, it will be like no-one even knew we was ever here.
Billy: [in Costello's bar] Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don't pay much, you know. It's almost a fuckin' feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?
Frank: The only one that can do what I do is me. Lot of people had to die for me to be me. You wanna be me?
Billy: I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don't wanna be you, Frank. I don't wanna be you
Frank: Heavy lies the crown... sort of thing.
Arthur: Where were you? What happened to you?
Cobb: Got blocked by a freight train.
Arthur: [to Ariadne] Why would you put a train course in the middle of a downtown intersection?
Ariadne: Why, I didn't.
Arthur: Where did it come from?
Cobb: Let me ask you a question, why the hell were we ambushed, huh? Those were not normal projections. They've been trained, for God's sakes!
Arthur: You're right.
Ariadne: How could they be trained?
Arthur: Fischer's had an extractor teach his subconscious to defend itself, so, his subconscious has militarized. It should have shown in the research. I'm sorry.
Howard: I'm Howard Hughes, the aviator.
Hugh: Get to the boat!
William: Expectin' a miracle to make all this go away?
Ernest: [Shakes Head]
William: You know they don't happen anymore.
Calvin: Your boss looks a little green around the gills.
Django: He just ain't used to seein' a man ripped apart by dogs is all.
Calvin: But you are used to it?
Django: I'm just a little more used to Americans than he is.
Rick: [in character on "Lancer"] To my wife and all my sweethearts. May they never meet.
Danny: [Punches guy in stomach] That's for breaking my TV!
Cobb: What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.
[repeated lines]
Cobb: You're waiting for a train. A train that'll take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you can't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter. Now, tell me why?
Mal: Because you'll be together!
[last lines]
Hugh: No... Revenge is in God's hands. Not mine.
Jason: I wrote that.
Kate: Isn't that from Saving Private Ryan?
Dr. Randall Mindy: Yes. Yes.
Jason: No, that's something totally different.
Jack: You want me to bribe senators?
Howard: I don't want them bribed, Jack. I want this done legal. I want them *bought*.
Howard: Do you know those fellas? Do they work for me?
Noah: Everybody works for you, Howard.
Jay: [Daisy cries after Gatsby showers her with fancy shirts] What is it? Daisy, Daisy darling, what is it?
Daisy: It... it makes me sad.
Jay: Why?
Daisy: Because...
Nick: [narrating] Five lost years struggled on Daisy's lips, but all she could manage was...
Jay: Why?
Daisy: [laughs] Because I've never seen such beautiful shirts before.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: Where's your mother?
Frank: I don't know. She said something about going to look for a job.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: What's she gonna be, a shoe salesman at a centipede farm?
Rose: [thinking both of them will die soon] I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me?
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go. I promise.
Amsterdam: I've been called a lot of things, mister... but I've never been called...?
McGloin: Fiddeling bends.
Amsterdam: Fiddeling bends. Right. If I knew what in the hell that meant... I might be inclined to take offense.
Danny: [appears] Don't tell me you're going to try and sell it yourself. To who, and for what price my friend? You need my help whether you like it or not.
Solomon: What are you talking about?
[walks away]
Danny: [Follows] Listen, listen. They came into this city overnight. It's started. What are you gonna do about it, huh? Look, the right stone can buy anything - safety, information, even freedom, but a big stone does not stay secret for very long. The moment you tell anyone about it, your life is absolutely worthless! The only reason you're still alive is because you haven't told anyone where it is. Am I right? Am I?
[walks outside]
Danny: Who do you think got you out of jail, huh? That makes us partners!
Solomon: I am not your partner!
[Walks off]
Danny: What if I helped you find your family?
Solomon: [turns around] What do you know of my family?
Danny: Relief agencies are useless, the hospitals are overwhelmed. There are other ways, bro.
Solomon: Liar!
Danny: Look at me.
[Takes of glasses]
Danny: I know people, huh? White people. Without me, you're just another black man in Africa, alright?
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: ...we would like him to reappear. Would you ask him to return?
Howard: No, I don't think I will.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: Will you try to have him return?
Howard: No, I don't think I'll try.
Sen. Ralph Owen Brewster: You don't think you'll try?
Howard: No, I don't think so.
Jack: [yelling, standing on the bow with his arms stretched outwards] I'm the king of the world!
[creates a whole new location out of two mirrors]
Cobb: Very impressive.
[notices Mal; flashback of himself and Mal on the same bridge]
Cobb: I know this bridge. This place is real, isn't it?
Ariadne: Yeah, I cross it everyday on the way to the college.
Cobb: Never recreate places from your memory. Always imagine new places.
Ariadne: Well, you gotta draw from stuff you know, right?
Cobb: Only use details, a street lamp or a phone booth, never entire areas.
Ariadne: Why not?
Cobb: Because building a dream from your memory is the easiest way to lose your grasp on what's real and what is a dream.
Ariadne: Is that what happened to you?
[grabs her arm]
Cobb: Hey listen to me. This has nothing to do with me. Understand?
Ariadne: Is that why you need me to build your dreams?
Jim: I saw this girl next to me who wasn't beautiful until she smiled.
Jordan: On a daily basis I consume enough drugs to sedate Manhattan, Long Island, and Queens for a month. I take Quaaludes 10-15 times a day for my "back pain", Adderall to stay focused, Xanax to take the edge off, pot to mellow me out, cocaine to wake me back up again, and morphine... Well, because it's awesome. But of all the drugs under God's blue heaven, here is one that is my absolute favorite. See, enough of this shit will make you invincible - able to conquer the world. And eviscerate your enemies.
[Sniffs cocaine]
Jordan: And I'm not talking about this... I'm talking about this.
[Shows 100$]
Frank: Stop chasing me!
Carl: I can't stop, it's my job.
Cobb: I can't stay with her anymore because she doesn't exist.
Mal: I'm the only thing you do believe in anymore.
Cobb: I wish. I wish more than anything. But I can't imagine you with all your complexity, all you perfection, all your imperfection. Look at you. You are just a shade of my real wife. You're the best I can do; but I'm sorry, you are just not good enough.
Rick: My buddy and his dog killed two of them and, no shit, I torched the last one.
Jay: Torched?
Rick: Yeah, I burnt her ass to a crisp.
Frank: [whispering to Joanna] Hey... You should fold it.
Joanna: What?
Frank: That note. It's a fake, right? You should fold it.
Joanna: It's... It's a note from my mom. I have a doctor's appointment.
Frank: Yeah, but there's no crease in the paper. When your mom hands you a note to miss school, the first thing you do is, you fold it and you put it in your pocket. I mean, if it's real, where's the crease?
[Joanna folds note to give it a crease]
Jim: I felt dazed, like I just came out of a 4 hour movie I didn't understand.
Danny: Don't worry, we'll be fine, huh?
[pause]
Danny: Listen, you take off, soon as I'm out the door, you don't land until I raise you on the set front.
[Danny gets off the helicopter]
Nabil: You be careful, Danny!
Danny: Don't worry, they want these guns too much to do anything stupid!
[walks over to the captain, lights a cigarette]
Danny: Where's commander Zero?
Commander: I am Captain Rambo.
Danny: Right. Right, I've seen your films, huh?
[laughs]
Danny: I'm looking for Commander Zero, huh?
[impatiently]
Commander: He's inside. You talk to me. You are here to help us in our struggle against the governmen...
Danny: [tuts] I'm here to do business with Commander Zero, all right?
Commander: [takes out his gun, walks over to Danny, takes his cigarette, and puffs in his face]
Danny: All right, you are the man, huh? You are the man.
Jim: ...did I ever tell you about the first time I did heroin?
Calvin: [to Django] So, bright boy, Moguy tells me you looked over my African flesh and you was none too impressed, huh?
Django: Not for top dollar.
Calvin: Well, then, we got nothing more to talk about. You see, you want to buy a beat ass nigger from me, those are the beat ass niggers I want to sell, so...
Django: He don't wanna buy the niggers you wanna sell. He wants the nigger you don't wanna sell.
Calvin: Well, I don't sell the niggers I don't wanna sell.
Dr. King Schultz: Well, you won't sell your best. You won't even sell your second best, but your third best? You don't wanna sell either, but if I made you an offer so ridiculous, you'd be forced to consider it?
[laughs]
Dr. King Schultz: Who knows what could happen?
Calvin: And what do you consider "ridiculous?"
Dr. King Schultz: For a truly talented specimen, the right nigger? How much would you say, Django?
Django: ...12,000 dollars.
Calvin: Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, now you have my attention.
Frank: Christ! Terry! This is Italian knit.
Molly: Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're getting into?
Jack: Not really.
Molly: Well, you're about to fall into the snake pit... what are you planning to wear?
[nods at the clothes Jack has on. He looks down and shrugs]
Molly: I thought so. Come on.
Danny: So you think because your intentions are good, they'll spare you, huh?
Benjamin: My heart always told me that people are inherently good. My experience suggests otherwise. But what about you, Mr. Archer? In your long career as a journalist, would you say that people are mostly good?
Danny: No. I'd say they're just people.
Benjamin: Exactly. It is what they do that makes them good or bad. A moment of love, even in a bad man, can give meaning to a life. None of us knows whose path will lead us to God.
Cobb: I knew Inception was possible because I'd done it to my wife.
Donnie: Jordan, it's fucking good, right? It's fucked up.
[laughing hysterically]
Jordan: GET OFF THE PHONE! GET OFF THE PHONE! FBI!
[swipes at Donnie]
Donnie: Hey! I'm on the phone!
[from trailer]
Howard: I'm in a street fight, and I'm not going to lose.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: She's so stubborn, your mother. Don't worry, I won't let her go without a fight. I've been fighting for her since the day we met.
Frank: Dad, out of all those men - you were the one who took her home, remember that.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: Two-hundred men sitting in that tiny social hall watching her dance. What was the name of that town?
Frank: Montrichard, Dad.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: I didn't speak a word of French, six weeks later she was my wife.
Frank: [donning a James Bond style suit and mimicking Sean Connery in the mirror] Hello, Pussy.
Mal: You keep telling yourself what you know. But what do you believe? What do you feel?
Cobb: Guilt.
Arthur: You. What the hell was all that?
Cobb: I have it under control.
Arthur: I'd hate to see it out of control.
Billy: [in Pakistani Proprietor's store] Hey, you fellas come from Providence?
Providence: Isn't any of your business where we come from, is it, now?
Billy: Fuckin' delivering cannolis or something?
Mal: We'd be together forever. You promised me.
Cobb: I know. But we can't. And I'm sorry.
Mal: You remember when you asked me to marry you? You said you dreamt that we'd grow old together.
Cobb: But we did. We did. You don't remember?... I miss you more than I can bear, but... we had our time together. And I have to let go... I have to let you go.
Ariadne: These aren't just dreams. These are memories. And you said never to use memories.
Cobb: I know I did.
Ariadne: You're trying to keep her alive. You can't let her go.
Cobb: You don't understand. These are moments I regret, the memories that I have to change.
Howard: Come in with the milk. Come in with the milk. Come in with the milk.
Howard: What the *hell* does a senator from Maine need to fly to Peru for?
[Saito has been shot in the chest]
Cobb: How's he doing?
Ariadne: He's in a lot of pain.
Cobb: When we get down to the lower levels, the pain will be less intense.
Ariadne: And if he dies?
Cobb: Worst case scenario? When he wakes up, his mind is completely gone.
Saito: Cobb. I'll still honor the arrangement.
Cobb: I appreciate that, Saito, but when you wake up, you won't even remember that we had an arrangement. Limbo's gonna become your reality. You're gonna be lost down there so long that you're gonna become an old man.
Saito: Filled with regret.
Cobb: Waiting to die alone.
Saito: No. I'll come back. And we'll be young men together again.
Calvin: White cake?
Dr. King Schultz: I don't go in for sweets, thank you.
Calvin: Are you brooding 'bout me getting the best of ya, huh?
Dr. King Schultz: Actually, I was thinking of that poor devil you fed to the dogs today, D'Artagnan. And I was wondering what Dumas would make of all this.
Calvin: Come again?
Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas. He wrote "The Three Musketeers." I figured you must be an admirer. You named your slave after his novel's lead character. If Alexander Dumas had been there today, I wonder what he would have made of it?
Calvin: You doubt he'd approve?
Dr. King Schultz: Yes. His approval would be a dubious proposition at best.
Calvin: Soft hearted Frenchy?
Dr. King Schultz: Alexander Dumas is black.
Jack: Don't do it.
Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer!
Jack: Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.
Rose: No, stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!
Jack: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is approaching merely to throw it over the side into the ocean] No, you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!
Jack: Well, you woulda done it already.
Rose: You're distracting me! Go away!
Jack: I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm, I'm 'onna have to jump in there after you.
Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed!
Jack: I'm a good swimmer.
Rose: The fall alone would kill you.
Jack: It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.
[pause. She looks down at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?
Rose: What?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is, you know, where you...
Rose: I know what ice fishing is!
Jack: Sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there...
[He gestures with his chin down toward the Atlantic Ocean]
Jack: ... it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least, not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you.
[They exchange glances]
Jack: Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here.
Rose: You're crazy.
Jack: That's what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.
[She reaches her hand back, he reaches his forward, and he helps her back onto the deck]
Jack: Whew! I'm Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose De Witt Bukater.
Jack: I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down.
Swifty: [after getting hit in the nose by Jim] All right. Fine. Tell them whatever you want. Nobody's gonna believe a druggie like you, anyway.
Jim: What?
Swifty: You think we're stupid? You think we don't know what you've been doin'?
Dr. King Schultz: Mister Candie, normally I would say "Auf wiedersehen," but since what "auf wiedersehen" actually means is "'till I see you again", and since I never wish to see you again, to you, sir, I say goodbye!
[Dr. Schultz turns around to leave with Django and Broomhilda]
Calvin: [Candie sulks in his library chair for a brief moment as he watches Schultz walk out. He then raises his hand to stop the doctor] Hmm! One more moment, Doctor!
Dr. King Schultz: [stops and faces Candie] What?
Calvin: [Candie raises out of his chair] It's a custom here in the South once a business deal is concluded that the two parties shake hands. It implies good faith...
Dr. King Schultz: I'm not from the South...
[Schultz turns again]
Calvin: But you are in my house, Doctor! So, I'm afraid I must insist...
Dr. King Schultz: Insist? On what? That I shake your hand?
[pause]
Dr. King Schultz: Then I'm afraid I must insist in the opposite direction!
Calvin: [Calvin walks closer to the German doctor] You know what I think you are?
Dr. King Schultz: What you think I am? No, I don't!
Calvin: I think you are a bad loser!
Dr. King Schultz: And I think you're an abysmal winner!
Calvin: Never the less, here in Chickasaw County, a deal ain't done till the two parties have shook hands. Even after all that paper signin', don't mean shit you don't shake my hand.
Dr. King Schultz: And if I don't shake your hand, you're gonna throw away $12,000? I don't think so!
Calvin: Mr. Pooch, if she tries to leave here before this nigger-loving German shakes my hand, you cut her ass down!
[Butch turns around to Broomhilda and clicks his gun. Django stands in front of Broomhilda to protect her in case she gets shot; he looks at Schultz. Dr. Schultz glares back at Django with an angry look on his face]
Dr. King Schultz: [Dr. Schultz turns back at Candie] You REALLY want me to shake your hand?
Calvin: [Candie holds out his hand and smirks] I insist!
Dr. King Schultz: Oh, if you insist...
[Schultz smiles and walks up to Candie, pretending to willfully shake his hand; he instead raises a tiny gun hidden under his sleeve and shoots Candie in the chest]
Howard: You know, sometimes I - I get these feelings, Katie. I get these ideas, these - crazy ideas about the - things that may not - things that may not really be there. Sometimes I truly fear that I'm - losing my mind. And if I did, it would - it would be like flying blind.
Howard: Actresses are cheap in this town, darlin'. And I got a lot of money.
Katharine: Please, Howard, this is beneath you.
Howard: No no. This is exactly me. You come over here out of the blue and tell me you're leaving me for someone else and you have the nerve to expect graciousness?
Katharine: I expected a little maturity, I expect you to face this situation like an adul...
Howard: DON'T TALK DOWN TO ME! Don't you EVER talk down to me! You are a movie star, nothing more!
Jay: It's so sad, because it's so hard to make her understand. It's so hard to make her understand. I've gotten all these things for her. I've gotten all these things for her and now she just... she just wants to run away.
Howard: Look at me, Kate. Stop acting.
Katharine: Ha. I'm not acting.
Howard: I wonder if you even know any more.
Katharine: Don't be unkind.
Billy: [looking around in her home] You don't have any cats.
Madolyn: No.
Billy: I like that.
Rose: [impressed, after looking at his sketches in his portfolio] You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people.
Jack: I see you.
Rose: And?
Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.
Jim: I was just gonna sniff a bag but one guy says if you're gonna sniff you might as well pop it and another guys says if you gonna pop it you might as well mainline.
Jim: First, it's a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to kill the boredom, you know? They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays... then Thursdays... then it's got you. Every wise ass punk on the block says it won't happen to them, but it does.
Amsterdam: In the end, they put candles on the bodies so's their friends, if they had any, could know them in the dark. The city did this free of charge. Shang, Jimmy Spoils, Hell-cat, McGloin, and more. Friend or foe, didn't make no difference now. It was four days and nights before the worst of the mob was finally put down. We never knew how many New Yorkers died that week before the city was finally delivered. My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation, and so then too was our great city. But for those of us what lived and died in them furious days, it was like everything we knew was mightily swept away. And no matter what they did to build this city up again... for the rest of time... it would be like no one ever knew we was even here.
Jay: If there's anything that you want, just ask for it, old sport.
Jordan: [in thoughts] What I'm asking, you Swiss dick, is are you going to fuck me over?
Jean: [also in thoughts] I understand perfectly, you American shit.
Jean: Ça depend.
Jordan: Ça depend on what exactly?
Jean: Whether America plans to invade Switzerland in the upcoming months.
Frank: [In a letter] Dear Dad, you always told me that an honest man has nothing to fear, so I'm trying my best not to be afraid.
Mal: [Sitting on the ledge, to Cobb] I'm asking you to take a leap of faith.
Cobb: No I can't. You know I can't do that. Take a second, think about our children. Think about James. Think about Phillipa now.
Mal: If I go without you they'll take them away anyways.
Cobb: What does that mean?
Mal: I filed a letter with our attourney explaining how I'm fearful for my safety. How you've threatened to kill me.
Cobb: Why did you do that?
Mal: I love you, Dom.
Cobb: Why did you... why-why would you do that?
Mal: I freed you from the guilt of choosing to leave them. We're going home to our real children.
Cobb: No, no, no, no. Mal you listen to me, alright? Mal look at me, please.
Mal: [Closing her eyes] You're waiting for a train...
Cobb: Mal, goddammit! Don't do this!
Mal: A train that will take you far away...
Cobb: James and Phillipa are waiting!
Mal: You know where you hope this train will take you...
Cobb: They're waiting for us!
Mal: But you can't know for sure...
Cobb: Mal, look at me!
Mal: Yet it doesn't matter...
Cobb: Mal, goddammit!
Mal: Because you'll be together.
Cobb: Sweetheart! Look at me!
Mal: [Jumps off of the ledge]
Cobb: Mal, no! Jesus Christ!
Jack: [talking privately in the Titanic's gym room] Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known...
Rose: Jack, I...
Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.
Rose: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...
Rose: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: You're right... only you can do that.
Danny: I'm here to see Commander Zero.
Commander: I am Captain Rambo.
Danny: Hey, I've seen your movies, huh.
Jack: [with an English accent, siting in the front sit of a car, after honking the horn] Where to, Miss?
Rose: [lowers the divider, whispers into his left ear] To the stars.
Billy: No, I gotta get out. I can't be doing this anymore. You know what's gonna happen?
Oliver: What?
Billy: I know he's gonna find out who I am and he's gonna fucking kill me.
Oliver: I'm really sorry... I swear to God I am. I'll get you out of this. It won't be immediately but I will get you out. Two weeks at most.
Amsterdam: Is there anyone in the five points you *haven't* fucked?
Jenny: Yes! *You!*
Danny: You're a reporter, eh? Well piss off!
Katharine: I've been famous - for better or worse - for a long time now... I wonder if you know what that really means.
Howard: I got my fair share of press on Hell's Angels. I'm used to it.
Katharine: Are you?
Katharine: Howard, we're not like everyone else. Too many acute angles. Too many eccentricities. We have to be very careful not to let people in or they'll make us into freaks.
Howard: Kate, they can't get in here. We're safe.
Katharine: Oh? Oh, they can always get in. When my brother killed himself there were photographers at the funeral. There's no decency to it.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: You know why the Yankees always win, Frank?
Frank: 'Cause they have Mickey Mantle?
Frank Abagnale Sr.: No, it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes.
William: Money flows freely here now.
Ernest: I do love that money, Sir.
Cal: [after telling Rose there's another lifeboat on the other side of the ship and he and Jack can get on the lifeboat and away from the ship safely] You're a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you. There's uh- there's no arrangement is there?
Cal: [Sarcastically] Oh, there is... Not that you'll benefit from it... I always win, Jack.
[Cal glares at Jack]
Billy: [coming from behind the wall to surprise Sullivan] Freeze!
Colin: Whoa! Put the fucking gun down!
Billy: Put your fucking hands up!
Colin: Alright, alright. I can get you your money!
Billy: What did you say?
Colin: I said I can get you your...
Billy: [punches Sullivan across the face] You didn't come here to talk, you came here to get arrested.
[Slaps cuffs on him]
Colin: You have fucking tapes of what? Costello was my informant. I was a rat? Fuck you, prove it.
Billy: [standing Sullivan up] Get up!
Colin: What is this? A citzens arrest? Blow me. Only one of us is a cop here Bill. Did you hear me Bill? No one knows who you fucking are!
Billy: Will you shut the fuck up!
Colin: I'm a sargeant in the Massachusetts State Police, who the fuck are you? I erased you!
Billy: [slams Sullivan against a wall] You erased me, huh?
Colin: Yea... shoot a cop, Einstein, watch what happens.
Billy: What would happen is this bullet would go right through your fucking head!
Colin: Watch what happens!
Billy: What? So you can get the parade? The bagpipes and bullshit? Fuck you! Fuck you! I'm fucking arresting you!
Colin: That's the stupidest thing you could do.
Billy: [while hitting him] Shut the fuck up!
[Sullivan falls to the ground]
Billy: I could give a fuck if the charges don't stick... I'm still fucking arresting you.
Colin: [dazed] Shit.
Cobb: [about Mal] She had locked something away, something deep inside her. The truth that she had once known, but... she chose to forget. Limbo became her reality.
Ariadne: What happened when you woke up?
Cobb: To wake up from that after, after years, after decades... after we'd become old souls thrown back into youth like that... I knew something was wrong with her. She just wouldn't admit it. Eventually, she told me the truth. She was possessed by an idea, this one, very simple idea, that changed everything. That our world wasn't real. That she needed to wake up to come back to reality, that, in order to get back home, we had to kill ourselves.
Calvin: [about Django] He is a rambunctious sort, ain't he?
Meyer: [to Nick] I understand you're looking for a business connection.
Jay: No! No, no. No. No. No. No. This isn't the man, Meyer. Remember, this is the *friend* that I told you about.
Meyer: Oh! Oh, I beg your pardon. I had the wrong man!
Jordan: Let me tell you something. There's no nobility in poverty. I have been a rich man and I have been a poor man. And I choose rich every fuckin' time. Because, at least as a rich man, when I have to face my problems, I show up in the back of the limo, wearing a $2000 suit and a $40,000 gold fuckin' watch.
[Carl is working alone at his desk at the FBI listening to "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby when his phone rings]
Carl: This is Hanratty. Merry Christmas.
Frank: Hello, Carl.
[Carl recognizes Frank's voice and turns his radio down]
Carl: Hello. Barry Allen, Secret Service.
Frank: I've been trying to track you down now for the last couple of hours.
Carl: What do you want?
Frank: I wanted to apologize for what happened in Los Angeles.
Carl: Uh-uh, uh-uh. No, no. You do not apologize to me.
Frank: Do you always work on Christmas Eve, Carl?
Carl: I volunteered... so men with families could go home early.
Frank: Looked like you were wearing a wedding ring out in Los Angeles. I thought maybe you had a family.
Carl: No. No family.
[beat]
Carl: You want to talk to me? Let's talk face-to-face.
Frank: All right. I'm at my suite at the Stuyvesant Arms, room 3113. In the morning, I leave for Las Vegas for the weekend.
[Carl begins writing this down, but then stops himself]
Carl: You think you're gonna get me again? You're not going to Vegas. You're not in the Stuyvesant Arms. You'd love for me to send out 20 agents Christmas Eve, we barge into your hotel, knock on the door so you can make fools out of us all.
Frank: I'm really sorry if I made a fool out of you. I really am.
Carl: Uh-uh. No.
Frank: No, listen, I really am.
Carl: No. No. You-- You do not feel sorry for me. The truth is... I knew it was you. Now maybe I didn't get the cuffs on you, but I knew.
Frank: Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.
Carl: Well, then, tell me this, "Barry Allen, Secret Service". How'd you know I wouldn't look in your wallet?
Frank: The same reason the Yankees always win. Nobody can keep their eyes off the pinstripes.
Carl: The Yankees win because they have Mickey Mantle. No one ever bets on the uniform.
Frank: [chuckles] You sure about that, Carl?
Carl: I'll tell you what I am sure of. You're going to get caught. One way or another. It's a mathematical fact. It-- It's like Vegas, the House always wins.
Frank: Well, Carl, I'm sorry but I have to go.
Carl: [realizes something] Ah, you didn't call just to apologize, did you?
[starts laughing]
Frank: What do you mean?
Carl: [still laughing] You -- you have no one else to call!
[laughs louder]
Carl: [Frank hangs up the phone quickly. Back at the FBI, Carl happily turns up his radio and begins singing along. Later, we see Frank exit his hotel room - it is indeed room 3113 at the Stuyvesant Arms, proving Frank was telling Carl the truth]
Patrick: Most of the Wall Street jackasses that I bust, they're to the manor born. Their fathers are douchebags, just like their fathers before them. But you... You, Jordan, you got this way all on your own.
Jordan: Did I?
Patrick: Good for you, little man.
Jordan: Little man?
[laughs]
Jordan: Me, the little man?
Patrick: Let me tell you something else. Honestly, I'm not bullshitting here, this is one of the nicest boats that I've ever been on. I gotta tell you.
Jordan: I bet it is.
Patrick: And you wanna know what I was just thinking too? The fucking hero I'm gonna be back at the office when the Bureau seizes this fucking boat. Because, I mean, fuckety fuck fuck, Jordan, look at this thing! It's beautiful! And you got the beautiful girls there. It's wonderful.
Jordan: [laughing] All right, get the fuck off my boat.
Patrick: I'm sure we'll be seeing each other real soon.
Jordan: I'm sure. Good luck on that subway ride home to your miserable, ugly fucking wives. I'm gonna have Heidi lick some caviar off my balls in the meantime.
Jordan: Donnie and I were going out on our own. And the first thing we needed was brokers. Guys with sales experience. So I recruited some of my home town boys. Sea Otter, who sold meat and weed. Chester, who sold tires and weed. And Robbie, who sold anything he can get his hands on, mostly weed. This is Brad, and Brad is the guy I really wanted. But he didn't go along with us. He was making so much money selling Quaaludes that he become the Quaalude King of Bayside.
Howard: Don't tell me I can't do it; don't tell me it can't be done!
Hugh: I need a horse and a gun.
Andrew: No, you need rest and something to eat. I'm going after him.
Hugh: No You'll never find him without me.
Andrew: Wait till morning, he'll have a day's head start and get away.
Hugh: No he won't. He's afraid. He knows how far I came for him. Same as that elk, when they get afraid they run deep in to the woods. I got him trapped, he just, He doesn't know it yet.
Andrew: How can you be so sure?
Hugh: Cause he has everything to lose. All I had was that boy - and he took him from me.
Ernest: You know, you got, you got nice color skin. What color would you say that is?
Mollie: My color.
Bill: You. Whatever your name is... what is your name?
Amsterdam: Amsterdam, sir.
Bill: Amsterdam... I'm New York... don't you never come in here empty handed again, you gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.
Roger: A doctor, a lawyer, a Lutheran. So what are you, Frank? 'Cause I think you're about to ask for my daughter's hand in marriage and I have a right to know.
Frank: Know what, sir?
Roger: The truth. Tell me the truth, Frank. What are you doing here? What is a man like you doing with Brenda? If you want my blessing, if you want my daughter, I'd like to hear it from you now.
Frank: The truth is, sir, that... The truth is that... I'm not a doctor, I'm not a lawyer, I'm not an airline pilot. I'm... I'm nothing, really. I'm-I'm-I'm just a kid who's in love with your daughter.
Roger: [beat] No.
[sits down next to him, his demeanor still stern]
Roger: You know what you are?
[brightens]
Roger: You're a romantic. Men like us are nothing without the women we love. I must confess, I'm guilty of the same foolish whimsy. I proposed to Carol after five dates with two nickels in my pockets and holes in my shoes because I knew she was the one.
[stands]
Roger: So, go ahead, Frank. Don't be afraid. Ask the question you came here to ask me.
Frank: Sir, uh, uh... w-what would I have to do to take the bar here in New Orleans?
[Roger chuckles a bit]
Roger: No, the -- the other question.
[smiles, looks expectant]
Yusuf: Brain function in the dream will be about twenty times to normal. When you enter a dream within that dream, the effect is compounded: it's three dreams, that's ten hours times twen...
Eames: I'm sorry, uh, maths was never my strong subject. How much time is that?
Cobb: It's a week the first level down. Six months the second level down, and... the third level...
Ariadne: ...is ten years! Who would wanna be stuck in a dream for ten years?
Yusuf: Depends on the dream.
Danny: In America, it's bling bling. But out here it's bling bang.
Mrs. Hepburn: We don't care about money here.
Howard: That's because you have it.
Billy: [during Costigan's interview] Do you lie?
Madolyn: Why? Do you?
Billy: No, I'm asking if you lie.
Madolyn: Honesty is not synonymous with truth.
Billy: [amused] Yeah, you lie. You lie.
Jay: I knew that when I kissed this girl, I would be forever wed to her.
Danny: [Saying goodbye] you find yourself a good man alright?
Maddy: I have THREE sisters, they're all married to good men.
Jay: I never realized how extraordinary a nice girl could be.
Cobb: She locked away a secret, deep inside herself, something she once knew to be true... but chose to forget.
Jay: [while recklessly driving his yellow car] Look here, Old Sport. What... What is your opinion of me, anyhow?
Nick: My opinion?
Jay: Yes! Yes, your opinion. I don't want you to get the wrong impression from all these... from all these bizarre accusations you must be hearing. A pack of lies, I guarantee you. You've heard all the stories?
Nick: Oh, well...
Jay: I will tell you God's truth. God's truth about myself. I am the son of some very wealthy people from the Middle West. Sadly, all of them are dead now. I was brought up in America but educated at Oxford because all my ancestors have been educated there for many years. You see, it's a family tradition.
Nick: [narrating] The way he spoke! No wonder people thought he was lying.
Jim: Know this. There's different types of users of junk. You got your rich dilettante square-ass who dabbles now and then and always has enough money to run off to the Riviera if he feels he's fucking around to the danger point. Street junkies hate these pricks, but they're always suckers, and their money makes them tolerable. Then you got your upper-middle-class Westchester preppies... same as the others, basically. What they're good for is opening their mommy and daddy's eyes to this social virus and putting pressure on the government to do something about it. Then there's us street kids. Start fucking around very young, 13 or so. We think we all got it under control and won't get strung out. This rarely works. I'm living proof. But in the end, you just got to see the junk as another 9-to-5 gig. The hours are just a bit more inclined to shadows.
Walter: [Pins Amsterdam to the wall] That's it, that's it! Tear my head off and destruct the world! Just like the rest of the stupid Irish in this country! That's why I never ran with your dad!
Amsterdam: Get off me you crazy bastard!
Walter: [Leans in and whispers a line of Gaelic. Then, in English] It means, 'If you're not strong you'd better be smart.' Now I don't know if you're being too clever or too dumb, but whichever it is just remember this much. For all his faults, your father was a man who loved his people.
[Releases Amsterdam and walks away]
Tom: Daisy, can't you see who this guy is, with his house and his parties and his fancy clothes? He is just a front for Wolfsheim, a gangster, to get his claws into respectable folk like Walter Chase.
Jay: The only respectable thing about you, old sport, is your money. Your money, that's it. Now I've just as much as you. That means we're equal.
Tom: Oh, no. No. We're different. I am. They are.
[points to Daisy]
Tom: She is. We're all different from you. You see, we were born different. It's in our blood. And nothing that you do or say or steal... or dream up can ever change that. A girl like Daisy...
Jay: [Knocks contents off bar-top & grabs Tom with a raised fist] You shut up! Shut up! You shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Nick: [Voice-over] Gatsby looked, in that moment, as if he had... killed a man.
Ariadne: Why is it so important to dream?
Cobb: Because, in my dreams we are together.
Hugh: My son. I'm right here. You hear me?
[last lines]
Howard: [repeating over and over again] The way of the future...
[Jack is dancing with Cora]
Jack: I'm gonna dance with her now, all right?
[Looking at Rose]
Jack: Come on.
Rose: What?
Jack: Come on, come with me.
Rose: Jack! Jack, wait. I can't do this.
Jack: We're gonna have to get a little bit closer. Like this.
[Jack looks at Cora]
Jack: You're still my best girl, Cora.
Jordan: Oh my God! You had to deal with the Golf Course people too! What a greek tragedy! Honey oh my God!, you probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden, and actually had to do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day? Huh? Cause I can't keep track of your professions honey! Last month you were a wine connoisseur, and now you're an aspiring landscape architect, Isn't that right?
Naomi: Fuck you!
Jordan: Don't you dare throw that fucking water on me! Don't you fucking dare!
Jim: You gotta have presence on the court. Presence like a cheetah rather than a chimp. Sure, they both got it, but Chimpy gotta jump his nuts around to get it. The shy cheetah moves with total nonchalance, stickin' it to them in his sexy, slow strut. Me? I play like a cheetah.
Jim: You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.
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