Secret Cinematic Speakers Sneaking in the Cinema

(continuing from the chicken conversation in the last thread...)

I won't eat any food that begins with the letter F. Like chicken, for instance.

Slimy, yet satisfying.

Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains.

Is that what we ate? *gags*

Well you can live on it, but it tastes like...

... Worms wart!

Eat slugs, Malfoy!

Oh, come on, man. You have to do that right here? That's disgusting. We're in a kitchen.

I'm the butler -- I like to keep the kitchen tidy.

~Godfrey's gonna be our butler.

~He's gonna be who's butler?

~He's gonna work for us.

~Oh, that's ridiculous. You don't know anything about him. He hasn't any recommendations...

~Well, the last one had recommendations and stole all the silver.

Look, this is the way it works. First, I actually commit a crime, then you get to blame me for it!

Let's be bad guys.

(Mae West) When I'm good, I'm very good, But When I'm bad... I'm better!

Hello, NURSE!

If Florence Nightingale had ever nursed YOU, Mr. Whiteside, she would have married Jack the Ripper instead of founding the Red Cross!

~Why... why are you so determined to keep me alive?

~Because I'm a nurse.

I have an excellent idea: let's change the subject!

Mrs. Hudson has been attacked by an American and I am restoring balance to the universe.

You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker.

Round up the usual suspects!

But all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect the Nargles are behind it.

Aren't you forgetting the ruby slippers?

Oh. Well, it-it may be a trifle snug today. You know how it is, dancing all night. I can't understand why.

This is my dance space. This is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine.

We're telling a story. The rumba is the dance of love. Look at me like you're in love.

Is this what love is, to you? Some kind of game?

I love games! Pick me!

Let the games begin!

May the odds be ever in your favor!

Never tell me the odds!

Never give up -- never surrender!

Come on, men! Nobody lives forever! CHARGE!!!!

Um...I've been turned into a cow...can I go home?

Please, Mr. Gandalf, sir, don't hurt me. Don't turn me into anything... unnatural.

Genie . . . can you make me a prince?

~Yes, Your Blueness.

~WHAT? We Meanies only take "no" for an answer! Is that understood, Max?

Certainly! . . . What was the question?

You want a question that goes with the answer for 42? Well, how about what's six times seven? Or how many Vogons does it take to change a lightbulb? Here's one! How many roads must a man walk down?

Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.

We're being intrepidacious! We're out to discover!

...to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life forms and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man...where no one has gone before.

As long as there is injustice, whenever a Targathian baby cries out, wherever a distress signal sounds among the stars, we'll be there. This fine ship, this fine crew. Never give up... and never surrender.

~ Surrender!

~ You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.

It is difficult to surrender one's soul when one is worried about one's throat.

There's still a chance to save Han!

It's not up to you to save me, Jack.

We've got to get out of here before one of those things kills Guy!

Really, Lois, supposing that man had shot you? Is it worth risking your life over ten dollars, two credit cards, a hairbrush, and a lipstick?

Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?

There's no use having a go at me. The witch is to blame!

I'm not a witch, I'm your wife! But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that any more.

Yo, Adrian, it's me, Rocky... I don't know what to say, 'cause I ain't never talked to no door before.

Search me. We're just the knockers!

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah! Lunch!"

I'm Julia Child. Bon appetit!

That's my favorite dish!

Well, you know what they say: if you don't have anything nice to say about anybody, come sit by me!

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

*sniffle* I want me mum!

Are you my mummy?

Where are your parents? I want to talk to a grown-up!

I'm coming to get you, Mummy!

You better think of something fast, because, if he turns me into a mummy you're the first one I'm coming after.

Well I always thought that archaeologists were always funny looking men going around looking for their mommies.

Mommy! Mother always did like Richard best.

I'll be Mother. *pours tea*

And there's a whole childhood in a nutshell.

One minute you're defending the whole galaxy, then suddenly you find yourself sucking down Darjeeling with Marie Antoinette and her little sister.

I know this great restaurant at the end of the universe.

-Let's have dinner.
Why?
-You might be hungry.
I'm not.
-Good.

For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing -- not the wind on my face, nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.

Then don't touch my stuff.

You have touched the forbidden treasure! Now, now you will never again see the light of day!

nasty hobbitssssss!

Kissing would be nice, yes?

Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there's a winner.

When was the last time you were decently kissed? I mean, truly, truly, good and kissed?

Is this a kissing book?

Ella stop kissing him. You are never to kiss him again.

You need to be kissed and often. And by someone who knows how!

All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband.

I used to think a wedding was a simple affair. Boy and girl meet, they fall in love, he buys a ring, she buys a dress, they say I do. I was wrong. That's getting married. A wedding is an entirely different proposition.

~ Stop, it's going to be wonderful! Elegant but simple, lavish but tasteful...

~ ...Cheap, but expensive.

Now I ain't cheap, but I can be had.

I've worked with better, but not many.

...you're fired as the girl, you're fired as the boy, you're fired as the dog, and you--you're fired as my brother!

~ Hey Uncle Scar, when I'm king, what will that make you?
~ A monkey's uncle.
~ You're so weird.
~ You have no idea.

I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE
FROM TRANSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA, HA HA!

You're not from around here, are you?

I am Buzz Lightyear. I come in peace.

You are a TOY!

Well aren't you just the sweetest space toy I ever did meet!

To infinity and beyond!!

See you around the galaxy.

All of time and space, everything that ever happened or ever will... where do you want to start?

Its always best to start at the beginning....

Skip to the end.

Let me explain...No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

This is heavy!

I feel light as a feather!

Cmon, fly! Open them ears! The magic feather was just a gag! You can fly! Honest, you can!

Lets all try it just once more! Look we're rising off the floor!

And why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.

That wasn't flying! That was . . . falling with style!

Now, think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings.

Chewing gum ain't gonna keep your butt up in the air.

~I've forgotten how to fly.
~Yes . . . well, one does.
~No more happy thoughts. Lost . . . lost.

I've lost my marbles.

Must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

This day has been rather disappointing, I don't mind saying.

This may sound like gibberish to you, but I think I'm in a tragedy.

We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Cause it was, you know. It was the best.

Does this story have a point or does it go on and on and on like this stinkin' desert?

I hate endings.

I hate waiting.

You know what your problem is, Princess? You're too used to getting your own way.

I can't be a princess! I'm still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!

I have a big head and little arms. I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through.

Do my ears deceive me, or did the word "think" escape your lips?

Daddy, I got cider in my ear!

Is this the ear you can't hear on? George Bailey, I'll love you 'til the day I die.

they are extendable ears

Huh? I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!

Hey hey man, what's the score? Yo! Chump! I'm talking to you! I'm talking to the f****** air.

You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talkin' to me? Well, I'm the only one here.

Don't be angry, uncle. Come! Dine with us tomorrow.

Just keep swimming!

Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch, they swim all over you.

I know less than half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

What is a Bagginses, precious?

It's like my heart is a tooth, and it's got a cavity that can only be filled with children.

I shall carve your heart out with a spoon!

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon....

It must be getting near tea-time, leastways in decent places where there is still tea-time.

If only we were amongst friends -- or sane persons.

We're all mad here.

But... but maybe he's only a little crazy like painters or composers or... or some of those men in Washington.

Never marry an artist.

I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive. And I saw him dead.

Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who killed who.

They take you down, I don't expect to grieve overmuch. Like to kill you myself, I see you again.

Good night, Wesley. Good work. Sleep well. Mostly likely kill you in the morning.

I don't think I'll sleep tonight.

Peter once asked me when I fell in love with Jack. And I told him, "It was while you were sleeping."

Look at the circles under my eyes. I haven't slept in weeks!

I like you very much. Just as you are.

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

You know, Hagrid, I know you do

You had me at "hello."

"Hello, young lovers wherever you are . . ."

Hello there. Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid. Oh don't worry, he'll be alright.

Hello, KIDDO!
Kiddo, hello!!

Here's looking at you, kid.

Kid, the next time I say, "Let's go someplace like Bolivia," let's GO someplace like Bolivia.

I'm not a kid, I have pointy SHOES that are older than you.

You've seen how picky I am about my shoes, and THEY only go on my feet.

Her mother wasn't nearly so picky.

If you say anything to Mother...I won't eat a thing!

Mother knows best, listen to your Mother, it's a scary world out there.

It's a small world, after all.

It's smaller on the outside.

~Phenomenal cosmic powers...

~ ...itty-bitty living space.

"I did know that you (pl.) have these (wicca)
powers. . . ."

It could be witches! Some evil witches! ...Which is ridiculous, 'cause Wicca good and love the earth and women power and I'll be over here.

And this is what comes from dabbling; I mean you can't practice witchcraft while you look down your nose at it.

You and your nose, Charlie. You have a big nose! You have a beautiful, great big, flesh-and-bone nose! I love your nose!

Rudolph! That nose! That wonderful Nose!

My..my nose sir?

- That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
- It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.

A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.

"Mendacity?! -- I could write a book on it!"

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

" ?!! . . I would not undertake her in this company!
Is THAT the meaning of the word "accost" ?

~Where do you think big words come from?

~People with big brains?

See this head? (pointing to his own) Thereʻs a plate inside it, big as your brains, maybe bigger!

"Ah! Very good. Would you mind telling me whose brain I DID put in?"
"Then you won't be angry?"
"I will NOT be angry."
"Abby someone. "
"...Abby someone. Abby who?"
"Abby... Normal."
"...Abby Normal?"
"I'm almost sure that was the name."
"Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain into a seven and a half foot long, fifty-four inch wide GORILLA?"

You're scared? I'm about to marry a girl who's liable to have gorillas for bridesmaids.

~There's five stinking apes out there. Which one are we taking to Vegas?

~The one who's playing chess!

Where's Beeks? Where in the hell is Beeks?

"You know what a "beak" is? Thatʻs a magistrate!

Watch the beak. Watch the beak.

Look at this! I'm so ticked off that I'm molting!

"What are YOU looking at?!"

-- " ʻA cat may look at
a king.ʻ "

--" ʻKINGʻ!? This is Ireland! We have no king here!"

--Itʻs just an expression!

-- Well donʻt be usinʻ those
expressions around here!

Woman, Ireland may be a poor country, God help us. But here, a married man sleeps in a bed, not a bag!

-- "Do you always sleep with your clothes on?
-- (embaressedly)"Er, -- no."
--"Then get undressed!"

Dodger! Take your hat off in bed! Where's your manners?

-- (removing their hats, realizing that their boss is just about dead): ( Gazing at him in silence.)

-- Dying Boss: That is right! Remove your hat in the presence of the patroon!

~Has anybody seen my new red hat?

~ Oh piss on your hat.

~ That was uncalled for.

~Where the devil are my slippers?

~Here are your slippers. There! (throws one slipper) And there! (throws the other) Take your slippers, and may you never have a day's luck with them!

That kid gets no tip.

(using "song" as a code):
"She gave the taxi driver SILVER !*. . ."

*i.e. rather than the counterfeit currency we suspected her of carrying.

- Hey, Cos, do something! Call me a cab!
- Okay, you're a cab.

"I'm gonna do even more for
you guys next year: I'll be in
the front office."

Isn't there a back entrance?

That girl's standing over there listening and you're telling him about our back doors?

Using that little girl for a shield. This is low even for you!

"NO FUTURE FOR STILLSON" (photograph of grown man cowering behind a baby)

I don't want anything to happen to that baby. It will ruin my circulation.

There's a quarter of a million dollars in heroin in the diaper pail and the new baby wipes are in the hall cabinet.

(from the other side of a locked door)--He always LEAVES the
rent money!

-- !? Oh? WHERE does he leave it?

-- In the SUGAR Bowl!!

--Just a minute, please.
(Goes to the sugar bowl, pockets his brotherʻs rent money, and returns to the door)
-- Sorry! He didnʻt leave it this time!

Oh, dear me, look at the time!

It's 7:30. Where were we at 7:30?

If itʻs Tuesday, this must be Belgium.

It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

--"YʻKnow old Benjamin Franklin, in the American Revolution, said,ʻWe must all hang together, or, assuredly, we will all hang separatelyʻ!"

-- (affably): Yʻ TALK too much, professor!

This is a revolution, dammit! We're going to have to offend SOMEbody!

Mr. Secretary, New York abstains, courteously.

Be courteous to everybody,
polite to nobody.

Manners are a way of showing other people we care about them.

That boy is a P-I-G pig.

That'll do pig.
That'll do.

There's no denying that our own little Wilbur... he's part of something that's bigger than all of us. And life on that farm's just a whole lot better with him in it. He really is some pig.

I knew there was somethin' I didn't like about that chicken.

Hostess--I'm glad the meat tasted good; I was afraid I might have put too much sodium chloride in it.

Guest (who has pretended to be a chemist) ---Gags. (on hearing the words "sodium chloride".)

Hostess's husband (who really is a chemist) --It's all right ! That's only salt!

You see, it's just that kind of sarcasm that's given our marriage real spice.

Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...

You mean I'll be sleeping with my WIFE for
the whole campaign!?

Yes, after all, they say politics makes strange
bedfellows.

The president and the first lady... what is that? How long has that been going on?
I can't say.
You mean, you don't know, or "you can't say"?
I can't say.

No, no, don't speak. Don't speak. Please don't speak.

> . . . .By your pardon,
I will MYSELF into the pulpit first,
And show the reason of our Caesar's death.

I hired you to help me start a war. It's a prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.

Now, no poor son of a bitch ever won a war by dying for his country; he won it by getting some OTHER poor son of a bitch on the other side to die for HIS country!

You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Ah, here it is! "The Victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love's First Kiss." "Love's First Kiss." Bah! No fear of that. The dwarves will think she's dead. She'll be buried alive!

Nice work boys. That was a close one, too close! The little tramp! (sighs) Well, she's better than I thought. At this rate, he'll be kissing her by sunset for sure!

~The right guy, he's out there. I'm just not gonna go kiss a whole bunch of losers to get to him.

~Yeah, but you know what? Sometimes kissing losers can be a really fun diversion.

"Iʻve been with the team the longest of anybody, -- ʻcept "Cat". And I know this team ainʻt "losers". Look at last year: Beat Dallas AT Dallas!"

I have never, ever seen a worse group of 25 players. You don't think as a team, you don't play as a team, you don't even lose as a team!

"You guys. You lollygag the ball around the infield. You lollygag your way down to first. You lollygag in and out of the dugout. You know what that makes you? Larry!"
"Lollygaggers!"
"Lollygaggers."

Nooo! We're NOT! Don't listen to her, she's crazy!

I don't know if you've got the whole picture, but he's not exactly working on all thrusters.

(Following a roll call of patients):

--So, we are all HERE! Now, the only question is: Are we "all there?"

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic...
And so am I.

Well, I'll tell you what. You make it through tomorrow without killing anybody, especially me, or yourself, then I'll start trusting you.

(spoken to his ex-girl friend
whom he has just shot several bullets into):

You see, dear, I never really trusted you.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

I could never love you, because you'll never love anyone but yourself!

"Thereʻs them that says the lucky number is seven; and thereʻs them that says eleven, and them that says three. But itʻs none of those, my friend: itʻs ONE. Because "one" is YOURSELF! And itʻs yourself that is the important thing.

Have you got two tens for a five?

I say, Pickering, shall we give him a fiver? He may have an interesting accent.

The French don't care what they do actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.

Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic! We asked for the ugliest face in all Paris, and here he is!

Deleting 241, a W C Fields quote,
because I missed by 3 minutes getting it on the screen ahead of
foggidawnʻs post. She is ahead of me, even though
her post is now numbered 240.

// all Paris // (240)

--"This is the finest restaurant in all Paris. . . . Sitting over there is the President of the Republic."
--"The SERVICE certainly isnʻt very good!"

We'll always have Paris.

The stuff that dreams are made of.

"Money, money. money, money,
Money, money , money:
Can you use any of that stuff?"