Quotes:E.T. phone home.
I've, uh, vertically integrated myself. You know, diversified and shit, and now I'm into the occasional grand larceny, home invasion... shit like that.
Homeless people don't go missing, homeless people are missing.
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was kill innocent people.
John Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? An obese man... a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him, I picked the lawyer and I know you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could muster to keeping murderers and rapists on the streets!
David Mills: Murderers?
John Doe: A woman...
David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself?
John Doe: [interrupts] A woman... so ugly on the inside she couldn't bear to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer, a drug dealing pederast, actually! And let's not forget the disease-spreading whore! Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. But that's the point. We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it's common, it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed... forever.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch, up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Lower your flags and march straight back to England, stopping at every home to beg forgiveness for a hundred years of theft, rape, and murder. Do this and your men shall live. Do it not, and every one of you will die today.
Oh, but anyway, Toto, we're home.
Home! And this is my room, and you're all here. And I'm not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and - oh, Auntie Em - there's no place like home!
I want you to come home and watch television with me.
There's not gonna be any liberty for you boys cause you'll be going home by then.
When all this is over, you'll go back home driving Carla and your baby insane in your beige Volvo.
I suppose you like to go home and cook a nice big breakfast?
You call that life? If an Apache cannot live in his home mountains like his fathers before him, he is already dead!
Whatever you do baby, just make sure that you come home afterwards!
What would you tell your father if he came home and I was dead on the kitchen floor?
Home is where you come when you run out of places.
Spirits surround us on every side they have driven me from hearth and home, from wife and child
What's great about dating homeless girls?
You can drop them off anywhere! [lol good line!]
Gentlemen, you are about to witness for approximately 61 cents, the perfect homemade silencer.
If you want a last look at home, you'd better take it now.
You're positively stunning. So what if you left your dinner jacket at home?
Wow, you can get as many burgers and fries as you want and a refillable drink? This really is a fantastic planet, we don't get food like this at home!
At home by the fire, whenever I look up, there you will be
I'm going to head on over to New York to see if I can get a job there, there's nothing for me at home...
After fifteen years in prison I am going home at last! The law has forgiven me so why can't my song?
The green, green fields of the grass that is at home
It's a great place to be from and a great place to come home to but you've gotta leave it first, before it smothers you [on Texas]
You could almost hear the sound of ice rattling in cocktail shakers in the homes way down the canyon. [the metaphor describing how quiet it was]
Say Mom, how are you today? I'm home, Mom, did you miss me, Mom?
Victoria, could you give me a ride home? I seem to have misplaced my car. [did the dog eat your homework too Rich?]
All is quiet on the home front!
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