- Who's that? - She's my wife. - How long have you been in this country again? - Three days. - Nice going!
I think I remember you now. We asked for your help years ago, and you turned us down. Well, I'm going to tell you now what you told me then: **** off!
[at the town festival] Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Then let's finish it, right now! Buford's Gang Member #1: Uh, not now, Buford. Uh, Marshal's got our guns. Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow. Buford's Gang Member #2: Tomorrow, we're robbin' the Pine City Stage. Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What about Monday? Are we doin' anything Monday? Buford's Gang Member #1: Uh, no, Monday'd be fine. You can kill him on Monday. Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: I'll be back this way on Monday! We'll settle this then... right there... out in the street... in front of the Palace Saloon! Marty McFly: Yeah, right. When? High noon? Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Noon? I do my killin' before breakfast! Seven o'clock! Marty McFly: Eight o'clock. I do my killin' after breakfast!
Mesa Jar Jar Binks. Yippy! I got a bad feeling about this. That is no moon. I am your father. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't like sand. Use the force, Luke.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions and loyal servant to the TRUE emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
*sniff* goddamit man...nearly 30 years later and that scene...that scene still makes me cry...*sniff*
Steel isn’t strong, boy. Flesh is stronger! Look up there…at that beautiful girl…come to me my child, come to me! *girl walks off ledge to her death* That is strength, boy! That is power! The power and strength of steel! What is a sword compared to the hand that wields it? Your will to live, I gave you this! *sigh* Such a waste. Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe. Crucify him.
- May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die? - Well, first I was gonna pop this guy hanging from the street light, and I realized, y'know, he's just working out. I mean, how would I feel if somebody come runnin' in the gym and bust me in my ass while I'm on the treadmill? Then I saw this snarling beast guy, and I noticed he had a tissue in his hand, and I'm realizing, y'know, he's not snarling, he's sneezing. Y'know, ain't no real threat there. Then I saw little Tiffany. I'm thinking, y'know, eight-year-old white girl, middle of the ghetto, bunch of monsters, this time of night with quantum physics books? She about to start some ****, Zed. She's about eight years old, those books are WAY too advanced for her. If you ask me, I'd say she's up to something. And to be honest, I'd appreciate it if you eased up off my back about it. Or do I owe her an apology? That's a good shot though...