Princess Bride
Inigo Montoya: My Name is Ignito Montoya. You killed my father. Pre'Pare to die!
Buttercup: We'll never survive.
Westley: Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has.
Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH.
Apocalypse Now
(Saigon)
Willard (Martin Sheen): Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service. It was a real choice mission, and when it was over, I never wanted another.
(Beach Scene)
Kilgore: What the hell do you know about surfing? You're from goddamned New Jersey.
Kilgore (Robert Duvall): You either surf or you fight.
Willard (Martin Sheen): Are you crazy God damnit? Don't you think its a little risky for some R&R?
Kilgore: If I say its safe to surf this beach Captain, then its safe to surf this beach. I mean I'm not afraid to surf this place, I'll surf this whole fucking place!
Kilgore: Charlie don't surf!
(Kurtz Camp)
Photojournalist (Dennis Hopper): What are they gonna say about him when he's gone, man? What are they gonna say? That he was a kind man? That he was a wise man? That he had plans? That he had wisdom? Bullshit man!
Photojournalist: You! He has plans for you, man. He like you 'cause your still alive.
(apologizing for severed heads adorning Kurtz's headquarters)
Photo Journalist: The heads. You're looking at the heads. Sometimes he goes too far. He's the first one to admit it.
Caddyshack
Groundskeeper Sandy: Carl I want you to kill all the gophers on the golf course
Carl Spackler (Bill Murray): Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they'll lock me up and throw away the key.
Sandy: Not golfers, you great fool. Gophers. THE LITTLE BROWN, FURRY RODENTS.
Carl Spackler: We can do that. We don't even need a reason.
Carl Spackler: This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.
Carl Spackler: The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
Ty Webb (Chevy Chase): Thank you very little.
Typ Webb: We've got a pool and a pond...pond would be good for you.