okay, just a few (think I could have kept going LMAO)
Braveheart
Stephen : God says he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're f****d
Wallace: "Yes, I've heard. He kills men by the hundreds. And, if he was here, he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse."
Signs
-Merrill: Morgan, this crop stuff is just about a bunch of nerds who never had a girlfriend their lives. They're like thirty now. They make up secret codes and analyze Greek mythology and make secret societies where other guys who never had girlfriends can join in. They do stupid crap like this to feel special. It's a scam. Nerds were doin' it twenty five years ago and new nerds are doing it again.
Father Graham: Its just static, Morgan. Frequency.
[Weird noises come from the baby monitor.]
Morgan: It's a code.
Bo: Why couldn't they get girlfriends?
-Merrill: OK, well, besides the possibility that an Olympian Scandinavian Long Jumper broke into our farm last night, who would you say it was?
-Merrill: I moved the TV in here for the kids sake. So they wouldn't get obsessed, like you said. They had already been watching for ten hours straight. I figured they should be playing "Furry, Furry Rabitts" or something.
Father Graham: What's "Furry, Furry Rabbits"?
Merrill: It's a game, isn't it?
Tombstone
Ike Clanton: What is that Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky.
Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Billy Clanton: Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seeing double.
[Billy Clanton draws a knife, and Doc Holliday takes out a second gun]
Doc Holliday: I have two guns, one for each of ya.
Armageddon
(Rockhound is riding the bomb a la Dr. Strangelove.)
Colonel William Sharp: Get off... the nuclear... warhead.
Rockhound: What's wrong?
Colonel William Sharp: We've got a busted ship.
Rockhound: A BUSTED SHIP?! And I'm strapped in this chair? I had a good spot picked out there!
Rockhound: You know we're sitting on four million pounds of fuel, one nuclear weapon and a thing that has 270,000 moving parts built by the lowest bidder. Makes you feel good, doesn't it?
Rockhound: Harry, this is illegal man
Harry Stamper: I'm temporarily insane, Rock, it's all right