Batman Begins tells the story anew, when Bruce Wayne flees Western civilization following the murder of his parents. He is taken in by a mysterious instructor named Ducard and urged to become a ninja in the League of Shadows, but he instead returns to his native Gotham City resolved to end the mob rule that is strangling it. But are there forces even more sinister at hand? Read more
Martin Riggs: Hey, look friend, let’s just cut the shit. Now we both know why I was transferred. Everybody thinks I’m suicidal, in which case, I’m fucked and nobody wants to work with me; or they think I’m faking to draw a psycho pension, in which case, I’m fucked and nobody wants to work with me. Basically, I’m fucked. Read more
Lieutenant Dan: You must be my F.N.G.’s.
Bubba and Forrest Gump: Morning’, sir!
Lieutenant Dan: Ho! Get your hands down. Do not salute me. There are goddamned snipers all around this area who would love to grease an officer. I’m Lieutenant Dan Taylor. Welcome to Fourth Platoon. [Lieutenant Dan looks at Bubba] What’s wrong with your lips? Read more
Lord Farquaad: Run, run, run, as you fast as you can; you can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!
Gingy: You’re a monster.
Lord Farquaad: I’m not the monster here, you are. You and the rest of that fairy tale trash, poisoning my perfect world. Now tell me! Where are the others?
Gingy: Eat me! [spits] Read more
Red: I’m known to locate certain things from time to time.
Andy: I wonder if you might get me a rock-hammer.
Red: …What is it and why?
Andy: What do you care?
Red: What if it was a toothbrush? I wouldn’t ask questions. I’d just quote a price. But then, a toothbrush is a non-lethal object, isn’t it?
Andy: Fair enough. A rock-hammer is about six or seven inches long. Looks like a miniature pick-axe.
Red: Pick-axe? Read more
Drill Sergeant: Gump! What’s your sole purpose in this army?
Forrest Gump: To do whatever you tell me, drill sergeant!
Drill Sergeant: Goddammit, Gump! You’re a goddamned genius! Thats the most outstanding answer I have ever heard. You must have a goddamn I.Q. of 160. You are goddamned gifted, Private Gump. Listen up, people…
Forrest Gump: [narrating] Now for some reason I fit in the army like one of them round pegs. It’s not really hard. You just make your bed real neat and remember to stand up straight and always answer every question with “Yes, drill sergeant.”
Drill Sergeant: …Is that clear?
Forrest Gump: YES, DRILL SERGEANT! Read more
Cop: You know why I pulled you over?
Fletcher: Depends on how long you were following me! [winces]
Cop: Why don’t we just take it from the top?
Fletcher: Here goes: I sped. I followed too closely. I ran a stop sign. I almost hit a Chevy. I sped some more. I failed to yield at a crosswalk. I changed lanes at the intersection. I changed lanes without signaling while running a red light and speeding!
Cop: Is that all?
Fletcher: No… I have unpaid parking tickets. [pulls the glovebox open to reveal the piles of parking tickets and groans] … be gentle.