“I met Death today. We are playing chess.”
Antonius Block, The Seventh Seal.
“Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin”
-Daffy Duck, Classic Looney Tunes
“Trickster! Devil!”
Blackbeard to Jack Sparrow, On Stranger Tides.
“Nobody likes Jimmy Buffect, except frat boys and alcoholic woman from the South!”
-Cartman, South Park
I’m not going to subsidize cowardice.
General Patton, Patton.
“You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.”
- The Rolling Stones
“Now I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.”
General Patton, Patton.
This reminds me of The Princess and the Frog.
“God, how I hate the twentieth century.”
General Patton, Patton.
“War is Hell”
-General William T. Sherman, Union Civil War General.
The absence of war will destroy him.
Capt. Oskar Steiger, Patton
You’re right! You mean like in “Dig a Little Deeper” and stuff?
Exactly! That sounds like something Mama Odie would say! 
“I rather you all hate me for everythin I am than love me for something I’m not.”
The Miz.
“It’s a mad house! A mad house!”
George Taylor, Planet of the Apes.
“Once I found a perpetual motion machine just lying in the trashcan. Of course, by then it had stopped moving.”
-Gadget, Chip n Dale Rescue Rangers
Heheh, and funny, because the song itself has a gospel choir going on that reminds me a lot of Mama Odie.
“It is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low…”
- The Rain Song, Led Zeppelin
“Doctor, would an ape make a human doll that TALKS?”
George Taylor, The Planet of the Apes.
Husband: ‘Morning dear, what’s for breakfast?’
Wife: ‘Mama John’s pizza bagles. 8 cheesy bagles on a flakey crust. Now, pizza is for breakfast!’
Husband: …‘PIZZA’S NOT FOR BREAKFAST!’
-Pizza commercial, Whitest Kids U Know
“It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.”
Graham, Crash.