Sam: It must be getting near tea-time, leastways in decent places where there *is* still tea-time.
Gollum: We're not *in* decent places.

[Clementine comes in drunk and collapses on the couch. Joel has been sitting up and reading; his voice is angry]
Joel: It's 3 o'clock.
Clementine: I kinda sorta wrecked your car.
Joel: You were driving drunk. It's pathetic.
Clementine: I was a little tipsy. Don't call me pathetic.
Joel: Well, it *is* pathetic. And it's fucking irresponsible. You could've killed somebody. I don't know, maybe you did kill somebody. Should we turn on the news and see? Should I check the grille to see if there's children or small animals?

Belloq: All your life has been spent in pursuit of archaeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it opened as well as I. Indiana, we are simply passing through history. This, this *is* history.

Indiana: I'm gonna blow up the Ark, Rene.
Belloq: Your persistence surprises even me. You're going to give mercenaries a bad name.
Dietrich: Dr. Jones. Surely you don't think you can escape from this island?
Indiana: That depends on how reasonable we're all willing to be! All I want is the girl!
Dietrich: If we refuse?
Indiana: Then your Führer has no prize!
Indiana: [Ordering the soldiers] Okay, stand back. All of you, stand back. Get back.
[to Jones]
Indiana: Okay, Jones. You win. Blow it up.
[some soldiers move in the way of the Ark, but Belloq holds a machine gun to them and they
move back]
Indiana: Yes, blow it up! Blow it back to God. All your life has been spent in pursuit of archaeological relics. Inside the Ark are treasures beyond your wildest aspirations. You want to see it open as well as I. Indiana, we are simply passing through history. This...
[gestures to the Ark]
Indiana: This *is* history. Do as you will.
[Indy lowers the grenade launcher and four soldiers appear above him]

Sarah Connor: [answers the phone in Sarah and Ginger's apartment] Hello?
Matt Buchanan: [sitting on a chair, seductively] First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one, then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts. And then slowly... slowly pull your jeans off inch by inch.
Sarah Connor: [starts
laughing and covers the receiver with her hand] Ginger, it's Matt.
Matt Buchanan: And lick your belly in circles further and further down, and then pull your panties off with my teeth.
Sarah Connor: [in a serious tone] Who *is* this?
Matt Buchanan: God. Sarah? Jesus. I'm Sorry. I thought you were... Can I talk to Ginger
please?
Sarah Connor: Sure, Bunky.
Ginger Ventura: [takes the phone from Sarah] Hello?
Matt Buchanan: First I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one...

[Argyle turns on the radio in the limousine and Run DMC's "Christmas in Hollis" is playing]
Argyle: Hey, that'll work.
John McClane: Don't you got any Christmas music?
Argyle: This *is* Christmas music!