Favorite Movie Quotes

X-Men

Wolverine: Magneto's right: there is a war coming. Are you sure you're on the right side?
Storm: At least I've chosen a side.

Wolverine: Jean...
Dr. Jean Grey: Scott, when I tell you, open your eyes.
Cyclops: No!
Dr. Jean Grey: Trust me.
[Wolverine takes out Cyclops' visor]
Wolverine: You drop something?

Dr. Jean Grey: I think you'll be comfortable here.
Wolverine: Where's your room?
Dr. Jean Grey: With Scott, down the hall.
Wolverine: Is that your gift? Putting up with that guy?
Dr. Jean Grey: Actually, I'm telekinetic. I can move things with my mind.
Wolverine: Really? What kind of things?
Dr. Jean Grey: [shuts closet doors behind him with her mind] All kinds of things. I also have some telepathic ability.
Wolverine: Like the Professor?
Dr. Jean Grey: Nowhere near that powerful. But he's teaching me to develop it.
Wolverine: I'm sure he is. So read my mind.
Dr. Jean Grey: I'd rather not.
Wolverine: C'mon. You afraid you might like it?
Dr. Jean Grey: I doubt it.

Rogue: The first boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma for three weeks. I can still feel him inside my head. It's the same with you.
Wolverine: There's not many people that'll understand what you're going through. But I think this guy, Xavier, is one of them. He seems to genuinely want to help you. And that's a rare thing, for people like us.

[commenting on the X-Men uniforms]
Wolverine: You actually go outside in these things?
Cyclops: Well, what would you prefer? Yellow spandex?

[At the Statue of Liberty]
Magneto: Magnificent, isn't she?
Rogue: I've seen it.
Magneto: I first saw her in 1949. America was going to be the land of tolerance. Peace.
Rogue: Are you going to kill me?
Magneto: Yes.
Rogue: Why?
Magneto: Because there is no land of tolerance. There is no peace. Not here, or anywhere else.

Logan: Everybody get out of here!
Storm: Why?
Logan: I can't move.

Wolverine: How is she?
Dr. Jean Grey: She's fine.
[pause]
Dr. Jean Grey: I think she's still taken with you.
Wolverine: Well you can tell her... my heart belongs to... someone else.

Eric Lensherr: Did you think you were the only one of your kind, young lady?
Prof. Charles Xavier: We're mutants, Jean. We're like you.
Young Jean Grey: Really? I doubt that.
[everything behind her begins to levitate]
Eric Lensherr: Oh, Charles, I like this one.

Dr. Jean Grey: You would die for them?
Logan: No. Not for them. For you. For you.
Dr. Jean Grey: Save me.
Logan: I love you.

Logan: Hey Scott, they were lookin' for you downstairs. You didn't show.
Scott Summers: What do you care?
Logan: Well, for starters, I had to cover your ass.
Scott Summers: I didn't ask you to.
Logan: No, you didn't. The Professor did. I was just passing through.
Scott Summers: So pass through, Logan.
[Scott turns away. Logan grabs his arm]
Logan: Hey, look. I know how you feel.
Scott Summers: Don't.
Logan: When Jean died...
Scott Summers: I said don't.
Logan: Maybe it's time for us to move on.
[Scott walks away, then turns back to Logan]
Scott Summers: Not everybody heals as fast as you, Logan.

Dr. Jean Grey: [levitating everything in the room, the dropping it when The Professor and Magneto enter the room] I knew you'd come.
Prof. Charles Xavier: Of course. I've come to take you home.
Dr. Jean Grey: I have no home.
Prof. Charles Xavier: Yes, you do. You have a home, and a family.
Eric Lensherr: You know he thinks your power is too strong for you to control.
Prof. Charles Xavier: Eric...
Eric Lensherr: I don't believe your mind games are going to work anymore, Charles.
Dr. Jean Grey: So you want to control me?
Prof. Charles Xavier: No.
Eric Lensherr: He does.
Prof. Charles Xavier: No, I want to help you.
Dr. Jean Grey: Help me? What's wrong with me?
Eric Lensherr: Absolutely nothing.
Prof. Charles Xavier: Eric, stop!
Eric Lensherr: No, Charles, not this time. You've always held her back!
Prof. Charles Xavier: For your own good, Jean.
Dr. Jean Grey: [throws a lamp across the room telekinetically] Stay out of my head!

Dr. Jean Grey: [turning from Phoenix into a confused Jean] Where am I?
Logan: You're in the mansion. You need to tell me what happened to Scott.

Dr. Jean Grey: [sobbing] Kill me.
Logan: What?
Dr. Jean Grey: Kill me before I kill someone else.
Logan: Don't say that.
Dr. Jean Grey: Please.
Logan: Stop it.
Dr. Jean Grey: [turning into Dark Phoenix] Kill me.

Scott Summers: Jean?
Dr. Jean Grey: Scott?
Scott Summers: How?
Dr. Jean Grey: I don't know...

[last lines]
Dr. Jean Grey: [voiceover] Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It is how we have evolved from a single-cell organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few millennia evolution leaps forward.

Dr. Jean Grey: Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, they don't bring him home; they marry the good guy.
Wolverine: I can be the good guy.
Dr. Jean Grey: Logan, the good guy sticks around.

Wolverine: [tosses Cyclops the keys to his motorbike] Your bike needs gas.
Cyclops: [tosses back the keys] Then fill it up.

[after watching Nightcrawler teleport around the room]
Dr. Jean Grey: You bored yet?
Storm: Yep.


The Shawshank Redemption

Red: [narrating] I wish I could tell you that Andy fought the good fight, and the Sisters let him be. I wish I could tell you that - but prison is no fairy-tale world. He never said who did it, but we all knew. Things went on like that for awhile - prison life consists of routine, and then more routine. Every so often, Andy would show up with fresh bruises. The Sisters kept at him - sometimes he was able to fight 'em off, sometimes not. And that's how it went for Andy - that was his routine. I do believe those first two years were the worst for him, and I also believe that if things had gone on that way, this place would have got the best of him.

Andy Dufresne: You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
Red: No.
Andy Dufresne: They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

1967 Parole Hearings Man: Ellis Boyd Redding, your files say you've served 40 years of a life sentence. Do you feel you've been rehabilitated?
Red: Rehabilitated? Well, now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society...
Red: I know what *you* think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up word. A politician's word, so young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man: Well, are you?
Red: There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.

Red: These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized.
Heywood: Shit. I could never get like that.
Prisoner: Oh yeah? Say that when you been here as long as Brooks has.
Red: Goddamn right. They send you here for life, and that's exactly what they take. The part that counts, anyway.

Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What're you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.

Red: [narrating] In 1966, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old rock hammer, damn near worn down to the nub. I used to think it would take six-hundred years to tunnel under the wall with it. Old Andy did it in less than twenty. Oh, Andy loved geology. I guess it appealed to his meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big god-damned poster. Like I said, in prison a man will do anything to keep his mind occupied. It turns out Andy's favorite hobby was totin' his wall through the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Tommy was killed, he decided he had been here just about long enough. Andy did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guard simply didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to. Five hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.