I can't remember the number of times I've posted this one.

From Cannibal: The Musical!

(Humphrey watches as Miller prepares to cut into a friends' corpse in order to feed their starving group.)

Humphrey: Dude, gross! You're cutting into his butt!
Miller: Then what the hell kind of piece do you want?!
Humphrey: Well, not butt.


From Hudson Hawk

Butterfinger: Yo, Pierre! Read my lips: steak burger.

Gates: I got a proposition for ya...
Hudson Hawk: Answer's "no" gates. Even if you bathe.

Darwin Mayflower: I'll torture you so slowly, you'll think it's a career!


From Dark City

Mr. Hand: I have become the monster you were intended to be.

John Murdoch: When was the last time you remember doing something during the day?
Inspector Bumstead: What do you mean?
John Murdoch: I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? And I'm not talking about some distant, half-forgotten childhood memory, I mean like yesterday. Last week. Can you come up with a single memory? You can't, can you? You know something, I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here.


From Freddy vs. Jason

Kia: (to Freddy) So you're the one everyone's afraid of, huh? Tell me this. What kind of faggot runs around in a Christmas sweater?