Saruman: Together, my lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the orc.
Saruman: There will be no dawn... For men.
Saruman: We have only to remove those who oppose us.
James Bond: You live well, Scaramanga.
Francisco Scaramanga: At a million dollars a contract I can afford to, Mr Bond. You work for peanuts, a hearty well done from her Majesty the Queen and a pittance of a pension. Apart from that we are the same. To us, Mr Bond, we are the best.
James Bond: There's a useful four letter word, and you're full of it.
Francisco Scaramanga: Ours is the loneliest profession, Mr. Bond.
Mycroft Holmes: And this is my brother Sherlock, ma'am.
Queen Victoria: Ah, yes! Sherlock Holmes. We have been following your exploits with great interest.
Holmes: Thank you, ma'am.
Queen Victoria: Are you engaged in one of your fascinating cases at the moment?
Holmes: In a manner of speaking, ma'am.
Queen Victoria: When can we expect to read Dr Watson's account of the case?
Holmes: I hope never, ma'am. It has not been one of my more successful endeavours.
August: What's the matter with you? Why don't you stand up for yourself? Just like your father. Your mother, she was beautiful. But she married a weak man. And then she gave birth to another.
Count Dooku: It is obvious that this contest cannot be decided by our knowledge of the Force... But by our skills with a lightsaber.
Count Dooku: Master Kenobi, you disappoint me. Yoda holds you in such high esteem. Surely you can do better.
Count Dooku: Master Windu, you have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now... It is finished.
Count Dooku: I sense great fear in you, Skywalker. You have hate, You have anger, but you don't use them.
Dracula: They have destroyed my servant. They will be destroyed.
Sergeant Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?
Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis.
Sergeant Howie: What?
Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.
Sergeant Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?
Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
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