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Memorable Quotes & Movie Lines

Welcome to my collection of memorable movie lines and quotable quotes. Throughout the years, I’ve come across some very memorable passages, either on screen or in books, that have had an impact on my life, either adding a little levity or putting things into perspective for me. I share them with you now in hopes of having some of them create the same lasting impression with you as they have on me.

Memorable Quotes

Movie Lines

  • Aristotle was not Belgian. The central message of Buddhism is not every man for himself. And the London Underground is not a political movement. Those are all mistakes, Otto. I looked them up.
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  • How's it feel to be getting married Arthur? (singing at the piano) Blue moon...
    If you knew Susan, like I knew Susan ... oh ... oh ... I need a drink.



  • A little vino would be keeno!
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  • You’re a slacker, McFly. You’ll always be a slacker.

  • Aye, fight and you may die, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take our freedom.
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  • Every man dies, not every man really lives.
  • Longshanks: Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us.  Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. Their dead cost nothing.

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  • I made one rule for myself when this started and I realized I was going to take a lot from you People because of my being from sports.
    And that rule was…?
    Never to pretend to know more than I did.
    Can you name all the members of the Cabinet?
    Okay, let’s drop it. I am not going to take a test for you. I mean, if that came up in conversation….
    We’re conversing. Oh, no – the names of the Cabinet seemed to have slipped my mind. Say – do you know them?
    Yes, Aaron, I know the names of the Cabinet.
    Okay – all 12?
    There’s only 10.

  • A lot of alliteration from anxious anchors placed in powerful posts!
  • (singing to Midnight Train to Georgia) I can sing while I read – I am singing and reading both.

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  • There are moments which mark your life. Moments when you realize nothing will ever be the same and time is divided into two parts: before this and after this. Now sometimes you can feel such a moment coming. That’s the test, or so I tell myself. I tell myself that at times like that strong people keep moving forward anyway, no matter what they’re going to find.

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  • Excuse me, can I borrow your towel? My car just hit a water buffalo and….



  • Sometimes, there just aren’t enough rocks.
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  • So what’s this? A Taster’s Choice moment between guys? This is really nice. You got a thing for swans? Is this like a fetish? Something we need to devote some time to?
    I thought about what you said to me the other day – about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me – I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep and I haven’t thought about you since. Know what occurred to me? You’re just a kid. You don’t have the faintest idea of what you’re talking about.
  • Why thank you.
    It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.
    So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michaelangelo. You probably know a lot about him – his life’s work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling – seen that. If I ask you about women – you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You maybe have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. If I asked you about war you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? Once more into the breach, dear friends. But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love – you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable – known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel. To have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes the terms ‘visiting hours’ do not apply to you. You don’t know about real loss because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you – I don’t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will – no one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presumed to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan, right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fucking book unless you want to talk about you – who you are – am I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that, do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

  • What class did you say that was?
    Just history? It must have been a survey course then, huh?
    Yeah, it was. It was surveys. You should check it out. It was a good course – it would be a good class.
    How’d you like that course?
    Frankly, I found the class rather elementary.
    Elementary – you know I don’t doubt that it was. I remember that class – it was just between recess and lunch. I was hoping you might give me some insight into the evolution of the market economy in the southern colonies. My contention is that prior to the Revolutionary War, the economic modalities especially in the southern colonies could most aptly be characterized as aggregarian precapital.
    Of course that’s your contention. You’re a first year grad student. You just got finished reading some oxian historian – Pete Garrison probably – you’re going to be convinced of that until next month until you get to James Lemon. Then you’re going to be talking about how the economies of Virginia and Pennsylvania were entrepreneurial and capitalist way back in 1740. That’s going to last until next year, you’re going to be in here regurgitating Gordon Wood, talking about the pre-revolutionary utopia and the capital-forming effects of military mobilization.
    Well, as a matter-of-fact, I won’t, because Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social….
    Wood drastically underestimates the impact of social distinctions predicated upon wealth, especially inherited wealth? You got that from Vickes, right? Work in Essex County, page 98? Yeah, I read that too. Were you going to plagiarize the whole thing for us? Do you have any thoughts of your own on this matter? Or is that your thing – you come into a bar and you read some obscure passage and pawn it off as your own idea just to impress some girls and embarrass my friend? You see the sad thing about a guy like you is in 50 years you’re going to start doing some thinking on your own and you’re going to come up with the fact that there are two certainties in life. Number one, don’t do that and two, you dropped 150 grand on a fucking education you could have got for $1.50 and late charges at the public library.
    Yeah? But I will have a degree and you’ll be serving my kids fries at a drive-thru on our way to a skiing trip.
    Yeah? Maybe. But at least I won’t be unoriginal.


Drinking lunch on a school day?  That's a nice surprise.  Are you nervous
about tomorrow night?
-- Not really, no.
Well, um, are you going to talk to me or should I get my paper out?

-- No, no, I'm going to talk to you. 
Right.  What are you going to talk to me about?
-- I'm going to talk to you about whether or not you want to get married
to me.  
--I'm serious.
Yes, I know.
-- Well, thanks a freakin' bunch!
I'm sorry, but two days ago you were making tapes for that girl from the Reader.
-- Yeah.
Well forgive me if I don't think of you as the world's safest bet.
-- Would you marry me if I was?
What brought all this on?
-- I don't know.  I'm just sick of thinking about it all the time.
About what?
-- This stuff.  Love and settling down and marriage you know - I wanna think about something else.
I changed my mind.  That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard.  I do.  I will.
-- Just shut up, please, I'm trying to explain, okay?  That other girl, or other women, whatever, I was thinking that they're just fantasies, you know, and they always seem really great because they're never any problems, and if there are they're cute problems like we bought each other the same Christmas present or she wants to go see a movie I've already seen, you know?  And then I come home and you and I have real problems and you don't want to see the movie I wanna see, period.  There's no lingerie...
-- I have lingerie!
Yes you do.  You have great lingerie but you also have cotton underwear that's been washed a thousand times and its hanging on the thing and ... and they have it too just I don't have to see it because it's not the fantasy ... do you understand?  I'm tired of the fantasy because it doesn't really exist and there are never really any surprises and it never really...
-- Delivers?
Delivers.  Right.  And I'm tired of it and I'm tired of everything else for that matter but you'll never see me get tired of you ... so ...
-- I think I know what you mean, but were you really expecting me to say
I don't know.  I didn't think about it, really.  I thought asking was the
important part.
-- Well, you asked.  Thank you.

Top 5 songs about death.  A Laura's Dad tribute list, okay?  Okay. 
Leader of the Pack.  The guy fuckin' beefs it on his motorcycle and dies, right?
Dead Man's Curve.  Jan & Dean.
-- Do you know that right after they recorded that song Jan himself crashed his car ...
It was Dean you fuckin' idiot ...
++ It was Jan.  It was a long time after the song.
Okay, whatever. Tell Laura I Love Her.  That would bring the house down - Laura's Mom could sing it.
You know what I'd want?  One Step Beyond by Madness.  And, uh, You Can't Always Get What You Want.
-- No.  Immediate disqualification because of its involvement with THE
Oh God.  You're right!
-- Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot.
You bastard!  That's so good - that should have been mine.
(sung to the theme of The Night Chicago Died)....The night Laura's daddy died.  Sha na na na na na na na na!  Brother what a night it really was.  Mother what a night it really ... angina's tough!  Glory be!


"We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it.  We tolerate it because it's commonplace ... it's trivial.  We tolerate it morning, noon and night.  Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example and what I've done is going to be puzzled over, and studied and followed ... forever."


  • "Get busy living or get busy dying."

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  • I'd rather have a minute of something wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.

  • Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
    If there are, we'd all be dead!
    Stop this rhyming now, I mean it.
    Anybody want a peanut???
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  • (Dread Pirate Roberts climbing the cliffs of insanity, Inigo Montoya waiting for him at the top)
    Hello there, slow going?
    Look I don’t mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks. So, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.
    Thank you.
    I do not suppose you could speed things up?
    If you’re in such a hurry you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do.
    I could do that. I have got some rope up here, but I don’t think you would accept my help since I am only waiting around to kill you.
    That does put a damper on our relationship.
    But I promise I will not kill you until you reach the top.
    That’s very comforting, but I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait.
    I hate waiting. I could give you my word as a Spaniard?
    No good. I’ve known too many Spaniards.
    Is there any way you trust me?

    Nothing comes to mind.
    I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya, you will reach the top alive.
    Throw me the rope.
    (reaching the top)
    Thank you (drawing his sword).
    Way, way, way, way, wait until you’re ready.|
    Again, thank you.
    I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
    Do you always begin conversations this way?

  • Well, if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impass.
    I’m afraid so. I can’t compete with you physically, and you’re no match for my brains.
    You’re that smart?
    Let me put it to you this way: have you ever heard of Plato? Aristotle? Socrates?
    Really? In that case I challenge you to a battle of wits.
    For the Princess? To the death? I accept.
    Good, then pour the wine. Inhale this, but do not touch.
    I smell nothing.
    What you do not smell is called Iocane powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man. (turns his back and pours it into a cup) All right, where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right … and who is dead.
    But it’s so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you, are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or his enemies? Now the clever man would put the poison into his own goblet because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me!
    You made your decision then?
    Not remotely! Because Iocane powder comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you!
    Truly you have a dizzying intellect.
    Wait ‘til I get going! Where was I?
    Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder’s origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
    You’re just stalling now.

    You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? You’ve beaten my giant, which means you’re exceptionally strong. So you could have put the poison in your own goblet trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you’ve also bested my Spaniard, which means you must’ve studied and in studying you must’ve learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far away from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me!

    If you’re trying to trick me into giving away something, it won’t work.
    It has worked! You’ve given everything away! I know where the poison is!
    Then make your choice.
    I will, and I choose … what in the world is that? (pointing)
    (turning around) What? Where? I don’t see anything.
    (switching wine glasses before he turns back around)
    Oh, well, I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. (laughing)
    What’s so funny?

    I’ll tell you in a minute. First, let’s drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.
    (drinking and setting his glass down). You guessed wrong.
    You only think I guessed wrong, that’s what’s so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha, ha, you fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly well known is this: never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line … ah ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha … ah ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha … ah ha, ha, ha … (falling over dead) ~ (the poison was in both glasses – the hero had built up a tolerance to it)

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  • How old are you?
    Well don't speak again until you're 25.



  • You live. But you know what, Mitchell?  You are the biggest pussy I ever met in my life. You didn't even try--how does that feel?
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* You know, Terry - a lot of people come to see me with all kinds of problems: drugs, alcohol, marital problems, sexual problems....

Great job you have, man (laughing).

* Well, I like it. Because even in this little town I really feel like what I do is very connected with the real center of people's lives. I'm not saying I'm always Mr. Effective, but I don't feel like my life is off to the side of what's important. I don't feel that my happiness and comfort are based on closing my eyes to trouble within myself or trouble in other people. I don't feel like a negligible little scrap, floating around in some kind of empty void with no sense of connectedness to anything around me except by virtue of whatever little philosophies I can scrap together on my own.   Can I ask you, Terry - do you think your life is important?

You mean like, me personally, like my individual life?

* Yeah.

Mmmm, I'm not really sure - what do you mean - I mean it's important to me, I guess, and to my, you know, the people who care about me.

* But do you think it's important? Do you think it's important in the scheme of things, not just because it's yours, or because you're somebody's brother?  Because I really don't get the impression that you do.
I don't particularly think that anybody's life has any particular importance besides whatever, you know, like whatever we arbitrarily give it. Which is fine, I mean, you know, might as well. I think my life is as important as anybody else’s. I don't know, Rod, a lot of what you're saying has real appeal to me - you know - the stuff they told us about when we were kids. But, I don't want to believe in something or not believe in it because I might feel bad. I want to believe in it or not believe in it because I think it's true or
not. Yeah - I mean - I wanna think that my life is important - that it's connected to something important.

* Well isn't there any way for you to believe that without calling it God, or religion, or whatever term it is you object to?

Yeah - I believe that.…






Nobody teaches a writer anything.  You tell them what you know.  You tell them to find their voice and stay with it.  You tell the ones that have it to keep at it.  You tell the ones that don't have it to keep at it too, because that's the only way they're going to get to where they're going.  Of course, it does help if you know where you want to go.

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