Phil: What are we gonna do, Stu? Stu: We're gonna go to the police! Phil: Oh, no we're not.

Did you hear that guy? He will kill Doug, period. Chow is a cancer. He has been a cancer since the first day we met him. So we're gonna hand him over to this guy, Marshall, and then it's done. Alan: Hay, Phil... Phil: Alan, not now. But I need you, Stu. I can't do this alone. Stu: Do what alone? We have no idea where he even is! Alan: Phil. Phil: What, Alan? Alan: Well, I was just gonna say.. I got this strange e-mail the other day, I wa sn't sure what it meant, but now I think it might be from Chow. Phil: Fatty: it feels good to be out. I'm close by, tell no one. I'll be in touc h. - Chow. This says "Chow." How did you not know this was from Chow? Alan: At the time, I thought it as "chow" like "Goodbye." You know, like "Ciao, Arrivederci, Sbarro, Papa John's... Phil: I'm writing him a text. Stu: Whoa, wait, wait. Just... Hold on! Phil: Then tell him that you're happy he's out, and that you'd love to see him. Alan: Ooh, I would love to see him.. Stu: Do you even know what's going on? Alan: Yes I do. Phil's doing all the work, I'm his assistant, and you're standin g there, looking like an idiot.

Tom Buchanan: I want to ask Mr. Gatsby one more question. Jay Gatsby: Oh, please. Please, go on, Mr. Buchanan. Go on. Tom Buchanan: What kind of a row are you trying to cause in my house anyhow? Daisy: He isn't causing a row. You're causing a row. Please have a little self-c ontrol. Tom Buchanan: Self-control? Oh, I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and le t Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. Tom Buchanan: Well, if that's the idea, you can count me out. See, nowadays peop le begin by sneering at family life and family institution.... Jay Gatsby: Your wife doesn't love you. She never loved you. You see, she loves me. Tom Buchanan: You must be crazy. Jay Gatsby: No, old sport. No. You see, she never loved you.

Fili: Fili. Kili: And Kili. Fili and Kili: At your service. Kili: You must be Mr. Baggins. Bilbo Baggins: No. You can't come in. You've come to the wrong house. Kili: What? Has it been canceled? Fili: No one told us. Bilbo Baggins: Nothing's been canceled. Kili: That's a relief. Fili: Careful with these. I just had them sharpened. Kili: It's nice, this place. Did you build it yourself? Bilbo Baggins: Well, uh, no. It's been in the family for years. That's my mother

's jewelry box. Can you please not do that? Dwalin: Fili, Kili. Come on, give us a hand. Kili: Mr. Dwalin. Balin: Let's shove this in the hallway, otherwise we'll never get everyone in. Bilbo Baggins: Everyone? How many more are there? Dwalin: Where do you want this? Bilbo Baggins: Oh no. No, no. There's nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else. There's far too m any dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some blunt-head s idea of a jok e, I can only say it is in very poor taste. Gandalf.

It's such a relief for me that the Baldwin's dinner party has been canceled. I h ate their dining room; it is in such poor taste. And Mrs. Baldwin's cooking is s imply a bad joke.

Gus: I want you to drive straight to the airport because I don't need your point y little nose in my business. Woman: Well, let me tell you something, I don't want anything to do with your bu siness, I'm only here because you're just so -Johnny: Gus Lobel! Wow it's good to see you man. It's Johnny. Gus: Johnny. Oh, Johnny. Johnny 'the Flame' Flanagan? Johnny: Nobody's called me that in a little while. Gus: You used to throw the cover off the ball. Johnny: I used to. Gus: What are you doing, boy? Johnny: I'm here uh doing the same thing you are now, I'm scouting for the Red S ox. Gus: You don't know anything about scouting. Johnny: Yeah well, don't tell them that. Gus: Yeah. This is my daughter Mickey. Excuse us. Mickey: Sorry. Hi. I'm Mickey. Nice to meet you. Johnny: Yeah. You too. Okay. You gonna be at Boot's Bar later? Gus: Where else? Johnny: I'm buying you a drink. Gus: I'm taking it. Gus: OK. Great pitcher at one time, that kid. Mickey: Wow. Gus: Yeah. Okay, when are you gonna leave? Mickey: Just get in the car.