Catch-22
1st Lt. Milo Minderbinder: Nately died a wealthy man, Yossarian. He had over sixty shares in the syndicate.
Yossarian: What difference does that make? He's dead.
1st Lt. Milo Minderbinder: Then his family will get it.
Yossarian: He didn't have time to have a family.
1st Lt. Milo Minderbinder: Then his parents will get it.
Yossarian: They don't need it, they're rich.
1st Lt. Milo Minderbinder: Then they'll understand.
One, Two, Three
C.R. MacNamara: Just between us, Schlemmer, what did you do during the war?
Schlemmer: I was in der Untergrund: the underground.
C.R. MacNamara: Resistance fighter?
Schlemmer: No, motorman. In the underground, you know, the subway.
C.R. MacNamara: Of course you were anti-Nazi and you never liked Adolf.
Schlemmer: Adolf who?
Schlemmer: Herr Oberleutnant!
C.R. MacNamara: You two know each other?
Schlemmer: He was my commanding officer.
C.R. MacNamara: In the subway?
Schlemmer: No, after that, when I was drafted.
C.R. MacNamara: Aha! Gestapo!
Schlemmer: No, no, SS.
C.R. MacNamara: Schlemmer you're back in the SS, small salary!
Brazil
Sam Lowry: I only know you got the wrong man.
Jack Lint: Information Transit got the wrong man. I got the *right* man. The wrong one was delivered to me as the right man, I accepted him on good faith as the right man. Was I wrong?
Mrs. Terrain: There's been a little complication with my complication.
Snatch
Avi: Should I call you Bullet? Tooth?
Bullet Tooth Tony: You can call me Susan if it makes you happy.
Avi: Eighty-six carats.
Rosebud: Where?
Avi: London.
Rosebud: London?
Avi: London.
Gemologist: London?
Avi: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins… LONDON.
Total Recall
Lori: Doug. You wouldn't shoot me, would you sweetheart? Sweetheart, after all, we're married!
(Quaid shoots her)
Douglas Quaid: Consider that a divorce.
Dirty Harry
Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?
Harry Callahan: We're not just going to let you walk out of here.
Crook: Who's „we“, sucker?
Harry Callahan: Smith, and Wesson, and me.
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