Quinn Movie Quotes

Okay, don’t laugh. I’m looking for The Other Miss Bridgerton by Julia Quinn.

Don't get me wrong, I loved Hugh Jackman as much the next girl. But, watching amazing books get turned into award-winning movies that people didn't even realize had been books first—well, it kind of broke my heart.

Make a movie out of this, Hallmark.  Being carried away to drown by a warrior on horseback for not embracing the holiday spirit is certainly more motivating than watching a jaded CEO move to a small town where she falls in love with Christmas and her hunky neighbor.

Joker: Question. Would you die for me? Harley Quinn: Yes. Joker: That's too easy. Will you... Would you live for me? ... Hmm? Harley Quinn: Yes. Joker: Careful! Do not say this oath thoughtlessly! ... Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. You want this? Harley Quinn: I do. Joker: Say it. Say it. Say it! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... Harley Quinn: Please?! Joker: Mm, God, you're so... good!

Half an hour into the movie, Margot started giggling, but it wasn’t a funny part or anything. When Quinn looked over at her, she was covering her mouth and nose with one hand while waving the other in front of her. He couldn’t hide his shock. No fucking way! “Margot! You did not just fart!” Quinn exclaimed. He was absolutely dumbfounded. No woman has ever farted in front of him, not even his mom. “I am sorry!” She laughed. “You would have never known if it did not smell!” Quinn burst out laughing. He caught a whiff and laughed harder as he clapped a hand over his nose. It wasn’t that bad, but he decided to play along. He was laughing so hard that he had tears running down his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed until he cried. Margot too was laughing so hard that she had tears running down her face. She gave him a playful shove, which only made it harder for him to breathe.

Madame Vernoique arched an eyebrow imperiously. "Due to being exiled, your parents have been ... isolated in these mountains." "Did she just call us hillbillies?" Quinn drawled. "Hey," Duncan broke in mildly. "Some of my friends are hillbillies." "Are they horror-movie mountain folk like us?" "I'll be sure to ask Bryn next time I see her.

From a distance, I can see his mouth moving, as if he’s talking, but I can’t quite hear him from where I sit. His arm is draped along the bench, though, and I just know he’s wrapping his arm around Joan, talking to her as the sun begins to set. And I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more romantic in my life. Because even though Joan is gone, she’s still in his heart, and the man continues to love her, ache for her, include her in his life. That’s the kind of love movies are written about.

Help should arrive any minute. But I think maybe we should stand up before our circulation gets fucked.” “And do what?” Panic rang in Ryan’s voice. “Stand ass to ass?” Brand’s rumbling laughter against Lexi’s back made her tingle all over. “Ass to ass. Uncle Hank would like that.” Oh my God. Lexi erupted into a fit of giggles. The grouch of the band was making a joking reference to the movie Requiem for a Dream? Quinn groaned. “God damn, that movie was fucked up.” “Ass to ass.” Lexi giggled as Brand pulled her to her feet. Soon the whole band was laughing and echoing, “Ass to ass,” at poor Ryan as they once more huddled with their crew.

- Question. Would you die for me? - Yes. - That's too easy. Will you... Would you live for me? ... Hmm? - Yes. - Careful! Do not say this oath thoughtlessly! ... Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. You want this? - I do. - Say it. Say it. Say it! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... - Please?! - Mm, God, you're so... good! ― Joker & Harley Quinn

- Question. Would you die for me? - Yes. - That's too easy. Will you... Would you live for me? ... Hmm? - Yes. - Careful! Do not say this oath thoughtlessly! ... Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power. You want this? - I do. - Say it. Say it. Say it! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... - Please?! - Mm, God, you're so... good! ―― Joker & Harley Quinn

Chuckling, he continues, “Now, back to my research about Sherry. She’s a fan of dogs, one of her favorite movies is The Grinch, and most importantly, she’s a secret fan of Thunder Down Under.

Contrary to the movies, police work does not consist solely of chasing after the bad guy down dark, forbidding alleyways. Most of the real chasing is done sitting behind a desk with a telephone glued to the ear, hunting down new leads and investigating paper trails.

I said he was a shitty agent, not a shitty politician.” Claire still couldn’t read the man’s expression. “You don’t sound like a fan.” Nolan clasped his hands together on the table. “On the surface, it seems like we’re making progress, but when I think back on the last few minutes of our conversation, I get the feeling that you’re questioning me instead of the other way around.” “You’ll make a great detective one day.” “Fingers crossed.” He flashed a grin. “I want to tell you something about the FBI.” “You always win?” “Sure, there’s that, and terrorists, of course. Kidnappers, bank robbers, pedophiles—nasty fuckers—but nuts and bolts, what we at the ol’ FBI deal in day-to-day is curiosities. Did you know that?” Claire didn’t respond. He’d clearly given this speech before. Nolan continued, “Local cops, they find something curious they can’t figure out, and they bring it to us, and we either agree that it’s curious or we don’t. And generally when we agree, it’s not just the one curious thing, it’s several curious things.” He held up his index finger. “Curious thing number one: your husband embezzled three million dollars from his company. Only three million dollars. That’s curious, because you’re loaded, right?” Claire nodded. “Curious thing number two.” He added a second finger. “Paul went to college with Quinn. He shared a dorm room with the guy, and then when they were in grad school together, they shared an apartment, and then Quinn was best man at your wedding, and then they started the business together, right?” Claire nodded again. “They’ve been best friends for almost twenty-one years, and it seemed curious to me that after twenty-one years, Quinn figures out his best buddy is stealing from their company, the one they built together from the ground up, but instead of going to his buddy and saying ‘Hey, what the fuck, buddy?’ Quinn goes straight to the FBI.” The way he put it together did seem curious, but Claire only said, “Okay.” Nolan held up a third finger. “Curious thing number three: Quinn didn’t go to the cops. He went to the FBI.” “You have domain over financial crimes.” “You’ve been reading our Web site.” Nolan seemed pleased. “But lemme ask you again: Is that what you’d do if your best friend of twenty-one years stole a small, almost negligible, amount of money from your zillion-dollar company—find the biggest, baddest stick to fuck him with?” The question gave Claire a different answer: Adam had turned in Paul to the FBI, which meant that Adam and Paul were not getting along. Either Adam Quinn didn’t know about the movies or he knew about the movies and he was trying to screw over Paul.

The populace was mesmerized primarily because real life was suddenly as exciting as the movies. And all those famous faces! Big-name movie stars assuring the Committee they were four-square for the USA, and praising the Committee for the work they were doing, was a triumph for the Committee, and it went to their heads, eventually.

I make a mental note to tell all my friends about this idea. Sorry movie theaters, maybe lower your concession stand prices and I won’t have to be so stealth, with my fake baby bump.

How could she not know Tron? Insert whiny emoji here. Tron is one of the greatest movies of all time right behind Star Wars, Star Trek, any Marvel Comics movie—most importantly Guardians of the Galaxy, ET—because aliens, hello—Avatar, and Titanic. Can we take a moment of silence for Jack? That rotten, horse-faced Rose could have inched to the side to make room for him. You can’t tell me there wasn’t enough room on that door for a scrawny Leonardo DiCaprio to hang on. And even better, they could have spooned, created body heat, and saved each other. But nooo, horse-faced whore was too damn selfish.

This isn’t a Hallmark Christmas movie. This is real life.

If taking care of yourself involves crying, then you do that too.” His thumb runs along my jaw. “There’s no shame in tears, pet—you don’t need to earn them and there’s no limit on how many you’re allowed to cry. It so happens that I like a good cry myself. You put on a sappy movie, and I will wreck an entire box of tissues.

Teresa Giudice: Family is everything to me and so is loyalty. It’s like The Godfather. I’m so loyal. I’m loyal to a fault. If you don’t have loyalty, you have nothing. My brother and Melissa aren’t like that. In fact, I even asked Melissa once, “Did you ever watch the movie The Godfather?” She said, “No.” I said, “You should watch it. You should watch that.

Well, if not forever, and it is necessary to pass away, it will happen as in dramatic movies - she and Greg will die on the same day. It cannot be otherwise. What do she and her husband live for, and even the absence of children could not keep them apart? That is true love, no doubt about it. It was all Betty ever wanted. And flirting with other men was just the life-giving stream of air she sometimes let in to tease her husband and feel her demand for the opposite sex. It was all innocent, just a game.

Tron is one of the greatest movies of all time right behind Star Wars, Star Trek, any Marvel Comics movie—most importantly Guardians of the Galaxy, ET—because aliens, hello—Avatar, and Titanic.

I flip between watching To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and The Kissing Booth, yes, both young adult movies, but it’s my favorite genre.

They’re predictable, but isn’t that what’s so great about them? There’s no anxiety over what’s going to happen—they’re just feel-good movies.” “Yes,” I say excitedly. “Thank you. That’s what I try to tell people who scoff at them. Is it so wrong for us to just be happy while watching something? Do we always have to be thinking? Do we always have to be depressed? Do we always have to participate in entertainment that highlights drugs, abuse . . . sexual assault? Life is hard enough as it is. Why can’t we just escape that and enjoy something that doesn’t sprinkle us with a heavy dose of depression afterward?

Talk about the kind of hero you look for in a Lovemark movie.

He sticks his hands in his pockets, leans a little to the left, and pops an eyebrow and a smirk at the same time, flashing me some sort of movie star smile. I try to look away, act disgusted, attempt to shield my eyes, but hell, that’s a great smile. Nice to look at. Some might say a jolly fucking experience.

yippee ki-yay, motherfucker” before tossing a felt flame at a fake toy plane that popped confetti, imitating an explosion. Although a thoughtful rendition of a cinematic moment, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie, and even worse, the scene she reenacted was from Die Hard 2: Die Harder, which is not even close to being considered a Christmas movie, so I think we all know who’s getting

They’re predictable, but isn’t that what’s so great about them? There’s no anxiety over what’s going to happen—they’re just feel-good movies.

Gents, any girl who thinks Space Jam is a good movie is a lockdown. Meaning, lock her down right away, she’s a keeper.

Oh, go put a few more movie stars in jail,” Reka snapped. “Maybe you’ll win a medal—