Homer Simpson: So... How's everyone doing?
Blue Haired Lawyer: You don't have to answer that.
Lisa Simpson: Shut up! All of you! Or I'll sue!
Marge Simpson: Oh, save it for your next book, you little snitch!
Gloria Allred: That's assault! That is assault!
Lou: Here you go, ma'am.
[escorts Milhouse back into the classroom]
Krabappel: Mmm. Quick work. How'd you know he was gonna run?
Lou: We got someone on the inside.
[everyone glares at Martin who laughs sheepishly]
Connor: We haven't really got a system of deciding who, Roc. It's, uh...
Rocco: Me! Me! I'm the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I've got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fucking! I know where they live! We could kill everyone!
Rocco: Me! Me! I'm the guy! I know everyone! Their habits, who they hang out with, who they talk to! I've got phone numbers, addresses! I know who they're fucking! I know where they live! We could kill everyone!
"In prison, he shared a cell with Carmine Falcone, he learned things and he will testify in exchange for early parole."
—Rachel Dawes on Joe Chill, Batman Begins
Brick Top: Pull your tongue out of my arsehole, Gary. Dogs do that. You're not a dog, are ya, Gary?
Gary: No, no, I'm not.
Brick Top: However, you do have all the characteristics of a dog, Gary... All except loyalty.
(Errol, another henchman, zaps Gary in the side with a stun gun, while Liam pulls a plastic bag over his head; Brick Top, meanwhile, eyes Liam and strolls casually past him.)
Brick Top: You're a ruthless little cunt, Liam, I'll give you that... but I've got no time for grassers.
(Behind him, Errol pulls a plastic bag over Liam's head and drags him to the ground in a suffocated heap.)
Gary: No, no, I'm not.
Brick Top: However, you do have all the characteristics of a dog, Gary... All except loyalty.
(Errol, another henchman, zaps Gary in the side with a stun gun, while Liam pulls a plastic bag over his head; Brick Top, meanwhile, eyes Liam and strolls casually past him.)
Brick Top: You're a ruthless little cunt, Liam, I'll give you that... but I've got no time for grassers.
(Behind him, Errol pulls a plastic bag over Liam's head and drags him to the ground in a suffocated heap.)
— Snatch.
One of these days I'm going to do a psychological study of a stool-pigeon. They're an interesting lot: almost without exception more cowardly even than the ordinary crook, yet they follow the most dangerous calling in the criminal world; for not only is their own world against them, but the detectives who use them seldom hesitate to sacrifice them if anything is gained thereby.
— Dashiell Hammett, Black Mask, June 1924 issue
"I'm telling Mrs. Jenkins that Nora talked birthday talk in school and hurt all our feelings!"
— Grace to Doris and the Franks, The Secret Birthday
