This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story.

That's it, man! Game over, man... Game over!

My advice to you is to start drinking heavily." "Better listen to him, Flounder, he's in pre-med.

If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour... you're gonna see some serious s***.

So today's lesson is ... you kill each other off 'til there's only one left. Nothing's against the rules. Life is a game. So fight for survival and see if you're worth it.

...what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.

There is fate, but it only takes you so far, because once you're there its up to you to make it happen.

Those mob fools want you gone so they can get back to the way things were. But I know the truth: there's no going back. You've changed things ... forever.

Well you can't never let anything happen to him. Then nothing would ever happen to him.

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life.

Sulley, you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it.

What's the Czech for 'Do you love him'?

Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.

I am McLovin!

Come to me, son of Jor-El, kneel before Zod!

Autobots, ROLL OUT!

Thanks for the adventure. Now go have one of your own.

The only place I get hurt is out there. The world don't give a s*** about me.