Movie Quotes

I know these might be long but just try and read them all. Their kinda funny.

Apollo 13
Marilyn Lovell: Naturally, it's 13. Why 13?
Jim Lovell: It comes after 12, hon.

Marilyn Lovell: Blanche, Blanche, these nice young men are going to watch the television with you. This is Neil Armstrong, and this is Buzz... Aldrin.
Neil Armstrong: Hi.
Blanche Lovell: Are you boys in the space program too?

Gene Kranz: Let's work the problem people. Let's not make things worse by guessing.

Gene Kranz: I don't care about what anything was DESIGNED to do, I care about what it CAN do.

Controller #1: Is it A.M. or P.M.?
Controller #2: A.M. Very, very A.M.

Ken Mattingly: 13, this is Houston, do you read?
Jim Lovell: Roger that, Ken. Are the flowers blooming in Houston?
Ken Mattingly: That's a negative, Jim. I do not have the measles.
[stares at the flight surgeon]

Fred Haise, Sr.: I know why my numbers were wrong. I only figured it for two people.
Jack Swigert: Maybe I should just hold my breath.

High School Musical
The Basketball team: From our team to yours. G-O-D-R-A-M-A-C-L-U-B
Troy Bolton: Exclamation point.
Ms. Darbus: Well, looks like us wildcats are in for an interesting afternoon.
Ryan: Go, godra, godarma...

Gabrilla Montez: the wildcat's superstar is... afraid?
Troy Bolton: No,no i'm not afraid... I'm just... scared.

Troy Bolton: I'll sing with her.
[meaning Gabriella]
Ms. Darbus: Troy Bolton? Where is your sports posse, or whatever you call it?
Troy Bolton: Uhh, team.

Jack Bolton: Where's my team, Darbus?
[notices Troy and Chad in a tree on stage]
Jack Bolton: What the heck are those two doing in a tree?
Ms. Darbus: It's called crime and punishment, Bolton. Beside, proximity to the arts is cleansing for the soul.
Jack Bolton: Can we have a talk? Please?
Jack Bolton: [to Troy and Chad] And you two, in the gym... now.

Troy Bolton: Sharpay's kinda cute too.
Chad: Yeah, so is a mountain lion, but you don't pet it.

Sharpay: [running in the door where Zeke is At] These Cookies Are Genius. The best thing I've ever tasted. Will you make some more for me Zeke?
[Runs Up To Zeke and Hugs him]
Zeke: I might even make you a Creme Brule.
Sharpay: Ooh.

Ms. Darbus: That'll be 15 minutes for you as well, Mr. Danforth. Count 'em!
Taylor: That might be difficult for Chad, since he probably can't count that high.

Ms. Darbus: This school is about more than just young men in baggy shorts flinging balls for touchdowns.
Jack Bolton: Baskets. uh They shoot baskets.

Zeke: Hey Sharpay. I just thought that since Troy Bolton was going to be in your show, I...
Sharpay: Troy Bolton is not in my show.
Zeke: Ok, um, well I just thought maybe, um, you could watch me play ball sometime or something.
Sharpay: [laughs] I'd rather stick pins in my eyes.
Zeke: Well, wouldn't that be often uncomfortable?
Sharpay: Evaporate tall person.

Weird Kid #1: Its hard to believe. That I could not see.
Weird Kid #2: Could not see.
Weird Kid #1: That you were right beside me.
Weird Kid #2: Beside me.
Weird Kid #1: Thought I was alone.
Weird Kid #2: Alone.
Weird Kid #1: With no one to hold.
Weird Kid #2: To hold.
Weird Kid #1: That you were right beside me.
Weird Kid #2: Beside me.
Ms. Darbus: Well, that was just... very disturbing. Go see a counselor.

The Princess Bride
The Grandson: A book?
Grandpa: That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book. It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today I'm gonna read it to you.
The Grandson: Has it got any sports in it?
Grandpa: Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...
The Grandson: Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake.
Grandpa: Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.


The Grandson: Is this a kissing book?

Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Count Rugen: Stop saying that!

[Buttercup kisses the senile King]
The King: What was that for?
Buttercup: Because you have always been so kind to me, and I won't be seeing you again since I'm killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite.
The King: Won't that be nice. She kissed me.

nigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH.

Fezzik: Inigo?
Inigo Montoya: What?
Fezzik: I hope we win.

[Fencing]
Inigo Montoya: You are wonderful.
Man in Black: Thank you; I've worked hard to become so.
Inigo Montoya: I admit it, you are better than I am.
Man in Black: Then why are you smiling?
Inigo Montoya: Because I know something you don't know.
Man in Black: And what is that?
Inigo Montoya: I... am not left-handed.
[Moves his sword to his right hand and gains an advantage]
Man in Black: You are amazing.
Inigo Montoya: I ought to be, after 20 years.
Man in Black: Oh, there's something I ought to tell you.
Inigo Montoya: Tell me.
Man in Black: I'm not left-handed either.
[Moves his sword to his right hand and regains his advantage]

Inigo Montoya: Who are you?
Westley: No one of consequence.
Inigo Montoya: I must know...
Westley: Get used to disappointment.
Inigo Montoya: 'kay.

Vizzini: I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.
Westley: You're that smart?
Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
Westley: Yes.
Vizzini: Morons.

---

Buttercup: We'll never survive.
Westley: Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has.

Prince Humperdinck: Surrender.
Westley: You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept

Miracle Max: Get back, witch.
Valerie: I'm not a witch, I'm your wife. And after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that any more.

---

Miracle Max: Have fun stormin' da castle.
Valerie: Think it'll work?
Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.

[last lines]
The Grandson: Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.
Grandpa: As you wish.

---

Miracle Max: Sonny, true love is the greatest thing, in the world-except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe
[smacks his lips]
Miracle Max: they're so perky, I love that.

---

Miracle Max: Go away or I'll call the Brute Squad.
Fezzik: I'm on the Brute Squad.
Miracle Max: You *are* the Brute Squad?

Narnia
Mrs. Beaver: You've been sneaking second helpings, haven't you?
Mr. Beaver: Well, you never know if your next meal's going to be your last. Especially with your cooking.

Fox: I'm sorry, your Majesty.
Jadis The White Witch: Don't waste my time with flattery
Fox: Not to be rude, ma'am, but I wasn't talking to you.
[looks at Edmund]

Professor Kirke: What were you all doing in the wardrobe?
Peter Pevensie: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
Professor Kirke: Try me.

Professor Kirke: You seem to have upset the delicate internal balance of my housekeeper.
Peter Pevensie: Sorry sir, it won't happen again.
Susan Pevensie: It's our sister, sir.
Professor Kirke: The weeping girl?
Susan Pevensie: She's upset.
Professor Kirke: Hence the weeping.

Aslan: If the Witch understood the true meaning of sacrifice, she would have interpreted the deep magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no wrong, offers himself in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and death itself will go backwards.

---

Aslan: [almost in a roar] Do not cite the Deep Magic to me Witch. I was there when it was written.

Susan Pevensie: Why are they all staring at us?
Lucy Pevensie: Maybe they think you look funny.

---

Mr. Beaver: Peter said, 'Get out of here!'
Edmund Pevensie: Peter's not king yet!

---

Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: And what about you? You must be some kind of beardless dwarf?
Lucy Pevensie: I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl. And actually, I'm tallest in my class.
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: You mean to say that you are a daughter of Eve?
Lucy Pevensie: [confused] My mum's name is Helen...
Mr. Tumnus, the Faun: Yes... but, you are in fact... human?

Peter Pevensie: What are you doing?
Mrs. Beaver: Packing food. You'll thank me later. Mr. Beaver gets cranky when he's hungry.
Mr. Beaver: I'm cranky now!

Susan Pevensie: Lucy thinks she's found a magical land...
Professor Kirke: Hmmm.
Susan Pevensie: In the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: [eyes widening, he rushes to the children] What? What did you say?
Peter Pevensie: Our sister... she thinks she's found a wood...
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic...
Professor Kirke: No, no, not her, the wood!
Susan Pevensie: [stares] You don't mean you believe her?
Professor Kirke: And you don't?

---

Susan Pevensie: Besides, we could all use the fresh air.
Edmund Pevensie: It's not like there isn't air inside.

Mr. Tumnus: [sees Lucy looking at picture] Ah, that... that is my father.
Lucy Pevensie: He has a kind face... he looks a lot like you!
Mr. Tumnus: No... no, I'm not really like him at all.
Lucy Pevensie: My father's fighting in the war...
Mr. Tumnus: My father went away to war too. But that was a long, long time ago...

---

Aslan: Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.

Lucy Pevensie: [to Susan, after they are greeted by Father Christmas] I told you he was real!

Aslan: It is finished.

---

Mr. Tumnus: [of Aslan] He's not a tame lion.
Lucy Pevensie: No... but he's good.

---

Lucy Pevensie: [holds out her hand] Pleased to meet you Mr. Tumnus, I'm Lucy Pevensie.
[Mr. Tumnus looks at her hand curiously]
Lucy Pevensie: Oh, you shake it.
Mr. Tumnus: Why?
Lucy Pevensie: I... I don't know.

Susan Pevensie: Did that bird just "pssst" us ?

Peter Pevensie: [looking out towards Cair Paravel] Aslan, I'm not who you think I am.
Aslan: You're Peter Pevensie, formerly of Finchley. Beaver also mentioned that you planned on turning him into a hat.

Aslan: To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western woods, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern skies, King Peter the Magnificent.

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Susan Pevensie: Gastrovascular... Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular.
Peter Pevensie: Is it Latin?
Susan Pevensie: Yes.
Edmund Pevensie: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"?
[Susan shuts her dictionary]
Lucy Pevensie: We could play hide and seek?
Peter Pevensie: But we're already having so much fun
[looks at Susan]

Edmund Pevensie: [horse rears up] Whoa, Horsey.
Philip the Horse: My name is Philip.

[Peter sees Mr. Beaver in the woods and doesn't yet know he can talk]
Peter Pevensie: Here, boy, tsk, tsk, tsk.
[holds out hand]
Mr. Beaver: I'm not going to sniff it if that's what you want.

Lord Of the Rings
Aragorn: Are you frightened?
Frodo: Yes.
Aragorn: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.

---

Frodo: What do you want?
Aragorn: A little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry.
Frodo: I carry nothing.
Aragorn: Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.

---

Boromir: [holding the ring after Frodo has lost it] It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.

Sam: I made a promise, Mr Frodo. A promise. "Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to. I don't mean to.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword...
Legolas: ...and you have my bow...
Gimli: ...and my axe.
Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.

Elrond: Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring.
Pippin: Great! Where are we going?

Gimli: I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf. Never trust an Elf!

Galadriel: This is Nenya, the Ring of Adament. And I am it's keeper. This task was appointed to you, and if you do not find a way, no one will.

Gandalf: Now, let's see... Ithildin. It mirrors only starlight and moonlight.
[doors are revealed]
Gandalf: It reads: The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter.
Merry: What d'you suppose that means?
Gandalf: Oh, it's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open.

Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
[In low voice]
Pippin: I'm getting one.

Aragorn: Gentlemen, we do not stop till nightfall.
Pippin: What about breakfast?
Aragorn: You've already had it.
Pippin: We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?
Merry: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.
Pippin: What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?
Merry: I wouldn't count on it.

Frodo: You're late.
Gandalf: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who, above all else, desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.

Pippin: Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission... quest... thing.
Merry: Well, that rules you out, Pip.

Gimli: Not the beard!!!!

---

Bilbo: Are all these children yours? Gracious, you have been productive.

Sam: Trust a Brandybuck and a Took.
Merry: What? That was just a detour, a shortcut.
Sam: Shortcut to what?
Pippin: Mushrooms.

Elrond: Men? Men are weak

Boromir: They have a cave troll.

outside the gates of Moria]
Frodo: It's a riddle. "Speak, friend, and enter." What's the Elvish word for friend?
Gandalf: Mellon.
[the gates open]

Gandalf: [to Pippin] Fool of a Took. Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity

Legolas: Lembas Bread, one bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man.=!
Merry: How many did you eat?
Pippin: four
[burps]

Sam: [about the ring on the slopes of Mount Doom] Then let us be rid of it... once and for all... C'mon Mr. Frodo... I can't carry for you... but I can carry you! C'mon!
[Picks Frodo up and starts to carry him up the mountain]

[extended version, the Houses of Healing]
Eowyn: The city has falled silent. There is no warmth left in the sun.
Faramir: [approaching her] It is the damp of the first spring rain.
Eowyn: [looks up at him]
Faramir: I do not believe this darkness will endure.

Pippin: [to himself] *WHAT* were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could a hobbit offer such a great lord of men?
Faramir: [approaching] It was well done. Generous deeds should not be checked by cold council. So, you are to join the tower guard?
Pippin: [sheepishly] I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me.
Faramir: It once belonged to a boy of the citadel. A very foolish one; who spent more time slaying dragons than attending to his studies.
Pippin: This was yours?
Faramir: Yes. My father had it made for me.
Pippin: Well, I'm taller than you were then. Though I'm not likely to grow anymore... except sideways.

Sam: It must be getting near tea-time, leastways in decent places where there *is* still tea-time.
Gollum: We're not *in* decent places.

Theoden: I have left instruction. The people are to follow your rule in my stead. Take up my seat in the Golden Hall. Long may you defend Edoras if the battle goes ill.
Eowyn: What other duty would you have me do, my lord?
Theoden: Duty? No... I would have you smile again, not grieve for those whose time has come. You shall live to see these days renewed. No more despair.

Sam: There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins, and The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins. You finished it
Frodo: Not quite. There's room for a little more.

Witch King: You fool. No man can kill me. Die now.
Eowyn: I am no man.

Witch King: You fool. No man can kill me. Die now.
Eowyn: I am no man.

Eomer: You should not encourage him.
Eowyn: You should not doubt him.
Eomer: I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.

Sam: What are you up to? Sneaking off, are we?
Gollum: Sneaking? Sneaking? Fat hobbit is always so polite. SmÈagol shows them secret ways that nobody else could find, and they say sneak. Sneak? Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious. Very nice, very nice.
Sam: All right all right! You just startled me is all. What were you doing?
Gollum: Sneaking.

[Arwen is running into Rivendell and going up to her father]
Arwen: Tell me what you have seen.
Elrond: Arwen.
Arwen: You have the gift of foresight. What did you see?
Elrond: I looked into your future, and I saw death.
Arwen: But there was also life. You saw there was a child, you saw my son.
Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.
Elrond: Nothing is certain.
Arwen: Some things are certain. If I leave him now, I will regret it forever.

Pippin: [pulls sword from scabbard] So I imagine this is just a... ceremonial possession? I mean, they don't actually expect me to do any fighting... Do they?
Gandalf: You're in the service of the steward now. You'll have to do as you're told, Peregrin Took.
[shakes his head]
Gandalf: Guard of the Citadel.

Eowyn: Ride with me.
Merry: My lady?

Eowyn: He has just as much reason to go to war as you do. Why can he not fight for those he loves?

[Gandalf is fighting and sees a moth. He looks up to see... ]
Pippin: Eagles! The eagles are coming!

Gandalf: Faramir? This is not the first halfing to have crossed your path.
Faramir: No.
Pippin: You've seen Frodo and Sam?
Gandalf: Where? When?
Faramir: In Ithilien. Not two days ago. Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale.
Gandalf: And then the pass of Cirith Ungol.
Pippin: What does that mean? What's wrong?
Gandalf: Faramir, tell me everything.

Frodo: We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.

Gimli: Oh come on, we can take 'em.
Aragorn: It's a long way.
Gimli: Toss me.
Aragorn: What? [a wall of soldiers line the ramparts - the top of Gimli's helm barely peeks over the top]
Gimli: [to Legolas] You could have picked a better spot.
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance, you'll have to toss me.
[pauses, looks up at Aragorn]
Gimli: Don't tell the elf.
Aragorn: Not a word.

Theoden: A great host, you say?
Aragorn: All Isengard is emptied.
Theoden: How many?
Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least.
Theoden: [astonished] Ten thousand?
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose, to destroy the world of men. They will be here by nightfall.
Theoden: Let them come.

Frodo: We are hobbits of the Shire. Frodo Baggins is my name, and this is Samwise Gamgee.
Faramir: Your bodyguard?
Sam: His gardener.

Gollum: [to Sam] Stupid, fat hobbit.

Gimli: Oh come on, we can take 'em.
Aragorn: It's a long way.
Gimli: Toss me.
Aragorn: What?
Gimli: I cannot jump the distance, you'll have to toss me.
[pauses, looks up at Aragorn]
Gimli: Don't tell the elf.
Aragorn: Not a word.

[a wall of soldiers line the ramparts - the top of Gimli's helm barely peeks over the top]
Gimli: [to Legolas] You could have picked a better spot.

Pippin: It's talking, Merry. The tree is talking.

Gollum: [singing] The rock and pool, is nice and cool, so juicy sweet. Our only wish,
[he whacks the fish on the rock]
Gollum: to catch a fish,
[another whack]
Gollum: so juicy sweet.

Merry: I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin.

Gollum: We be nice to them, if they be nice to us.

Sam: What we need is a few good taters.
Gollum: What's taters, precious? What's taters, eh?
Sam: Po-tay-toes. Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish.
Sam: Even you couldn't say no to that.
Gollum: Oh yes we could. Spoilin' nice fish. Give it to us raw and wrigglin'. You keep nasty chips.
Sam: You're hopeless.

Gollum: So bright... so beautiful... our precious.

Gollum: But, the fat hobbit. He knows. Eyes always watching.

Gimli: It's true you don't see many dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for dwarf men.
Aragorn: It's the beards.
Gimli: And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women, and that dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground!
[Eowyn laughs]
Gimli: Which is, of course, ridiculous.

Gimli: Bring your pretty face to my axe.

Treebeard: We have just agreed...
[Merry and Pippin lean in]
Merry: Yes?
Treebeard: I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not orcs.
Pippin: Well that's good news

Pippin: Don't talk to it, Merry. Don't encourage it.

Treebeard: That doesn't make sense to me. But, then again, you are very small.

Gimli: What's happening out there?
Legolas: Shall I describe it to you... or would you like me to find you a box?

Aragorn: Gimli, lower your axe.
Legolas: The trees have feelings, my friend. The elves began it, waking up the trees, teaching them to speak.
Gimli: Talking trees. What do trees have to talk about, hmm... except the consistency of squirrel droppings?

Pippin: Merry?
Merry: What, Pip?
Pippin: I'm hungry.


*Quotes found at www.imbd.com/, and Beccah assited when Noelle had to leave, so she did the last part of the list*