Occasionally words must serve to veil the facts. But let this happen in such a way that no one become aware of it; or, if it should be noticed, excuses must be at hand to be produced immediately.
Once-ler: Unless someone like you cares an awful lot, things aren’t going to get better. They’re not.
Ted: You do know that you are talking in rhyme, don’t you?
I’m not a big fan of other people’s punctuation. When I read a script I’ve got a sort of automatic eraser. I don’t see punctuation or capitals or instructions. I want to decide when the sentence is over. Who’s to say when a sentence ends and the other one begins? Sometimes it begins in the middle of the next sentence.
Of what use is freedom of speech to those who fear to offend?
Jason: She over-French pronounces French words.
A conquering army on the border will not be stopped by eloquence.
Men are influenced by big loud empty words, styes which swell the eyelids and impede vision of the truth.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
Princess Merida: Sorry, I don’t speak Bear.
Mindy: It’s like if Hermione liked Voldemort.
Shauna: I don’t know those words.
Dug: Hi there!
Carl: Did that dog just say “Hi there”?
Dug: Oh yes!
Marquise De Merteuil: Adopt a less marital tone.
Ramsey: Interesting way you put that, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: How’d I put it, sir?
Ramsey: Very carefully. I’m not suggesting that you’re indecisive, Mr. Hunter, not at all. Just…complicated.
No one has a finer command of language than the person who keeps his mouth shut.
Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.
Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
Some guy hit my car fender the other day, and I said unto him, “Be fruitful and multiply.” But not in those words.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: Uh… did you say ‘yutes’?
Vinny Gambini: Yeah, two yutes.
Judge Chamberlain Haller: What is a yute?
Vinny Gambini: Oh, excuse me, your honor…Two youths.
Nowadays what isn’t worth saying is sung.
Of all the haunting moments of motherhood, few rank with hearing your own words come out of your daughter’s mouth.
Wash: I don’t want you to spare me, Mal. If you think you know what’s happening, then you tell me. You wouldn’t spare Zoë if she were in this situation with you, would you? You would be planning, and plotting and… possibly scheming. So whatever Zoë would do in this instance is what I wanna do. Do you know why? No matter how ugly it gets, you two always come back with the stories. So… I’m Zoë. Now, what do I do?
Mal: Probably not talk quite so much.
Wash: Terse? I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.