'I don't think we're going to run the table, if that's what you're asking.' 'I'm not.'

Nathaniel, it's Ruth. Did you take your blood pressure medication today?

Tonight's the night. And it's going to happen again.

'Sydney.' 'Yeah?' 'Time's up.' 'Okay... then... I'll... just... finish... my... little... essay... Thank you.'

Listen to yourself, Bob. You follow her to work. You eavesdrop on her calls. You open her mail. The minute you started doing those things, the relationship was over. Thank you for

'There's nothing to tell! He's just some guy I work with!'

'How about a beer, Chief?' 'How about an ID?' 'An ID? That's very flattering. Wait till I tell the missus.'

You think this is hard? Try being waterboarded. That's hard.

My name is Mary Alice Young. When you read this morning's paper you may come across an article about the unusual day I had last week.

'Finished, sir?' 'Yeah. Got a light? Ah, an Old Gold man. Lucky Strike here.'

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Belmont Avenue, Ontario California 91764. I am of sound mind. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt.

Since I was eleven years old, I've been able to sleep through anything. Storms, earthquakes, my girlfriend yelling at me to 'OPEN THE DOOR OR WE'RE THROUGH!' You name it.

Space. It seems to go on and on forever. But then you get to the end and the gorilla starts throwing barrels at you.

Little girl. Little girl. I'm a policeman. I'll help you. Don't be afraid, okay? Little girl?

'Whoa. Excuse me. There's a line, buddy.' 'There's two lines.'

Hi. Hello. My name is Leslie Knope and I work with the [Title of Show] department. Can I ask you a few questions?

Okay. You guys are old enough. I'm gonna tell you the story of [title of show]

Let's go Mom, your bags are in the cab. The meter's running.

'Took you long enough.' 'If you had any inkling of what I've just been through I think you'd be a little more sympathetic.' 'What could you have been through? You went in there to

'Another big night, fellas. $164.87.' 'That's not a lot of money.'

All right, Jim. Your quarterlies look very good. How are things going at the library?

'Hey, retard.' 'Excuse me. You're going to die in there.'

The game. They say a person either has what it takes to play, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats. Me, on the other hand... I'm... kinda screwed.

I’m late… This board is broken. The arrivals board is not working. Uh, did anybody meet the flight from Guatemala? Aviateca airlines? What gate? Yeah, right. I’m late.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Master of the Macabre… Rick Castle.

'RAY!' 'Come on, keep it down, Leo. I just got them to sleep.'

Spotted on the New Haven Line. Headed towards Manhattan. An eerily beautiful blonde... Long pale hair. Dark blue eyes. Is it possible? Is Serena back?

'Mr. [Title Character]?' 'Yeah.' 'Have a seat. My understanding from Dr. Cusamano, your family physician, is that you collapsed, possibly a panic attack. You were unable to breathe

So now Coach Long's got himself not only the number one ranked football team in Texas, but he's got an ESPN news crew on his tail filming every second of the pre-season. That's jus

Ah, damn it! My little brother's trying to follow me to school again.

In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.

'Eric. It is time.' 'Why don't YOU do it?' 'It is YOUR house. Listen to them up there. The party has reached critical mass. In ten minutes, there will be NO. MORE. BEER OPPORTUNITI

'What are you doing?' 'Hanging out.' 'Come over.' '[Title character], I can't.' 'Come on, [Title Character], you know you want to.'

I like your poncho. My dad got me one in Guadalajara.

'What the hell are you doing?' 'I'm bored.' 'You get bored pretty easily.' 'Only with you, darlin'.'

'Kids! Breakfast! What's with the workout clothes? KIDS!' 'What? I work out. Just because I don't run six miles a day like you...' 'Eight.'

'You're too late...' 'It's never too late. Open it.' 'There's nothing you can do.' 'OPEN IT.' 'I'm sorry... she's gone.'

'Right. I'm leaving in five seconds.' 'You're not waiting for me?' 'If we're not on the subway by 8:00, all the non-sticky seats are taken.'

Man is a narcissistic species by nature. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach.

Once upon a time, an English journalist came to New York. Elizabeth was attractive and bright and right away she hooked up with one of the city’s typically eligible bachelors.