Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.
It's as realistic as a cotton-wool tiger riding a tractor through a teardrop.
There comes a time in every great movie-watching experience where a special little moment in the film makes you smile with purest joy. For me, in Ironclad, it was the bit where a guy tears another guy's arm off then beats him to death with it.
You fool! You gave cheese to a lactose intolerant volcano god!
Mike Ducker. Never has a spoonerism been so apt, nor caused so much embarrassment, fear and regret.
Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice.
Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans. No more merciful beheadings. And call off Christmas!
[phone rings, Buddy picks it up] Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?
Woody: Oh no. Hamm the Piggy Bank: Oh yes! Return of the Astro-Nut!
Cross-examining Lawyer: Mister Cogburn, in your four years as US Marshal, how many men have you shot? Rooster Cogburn: Shot? Or killed? Cross-examining Lawyer: Let us restrict it to killed so we may have a manageable figure!