Badger: In summation, I think you just got to not do it, man. That’s all.
Mr. Fox: I understand what you’re saying, and your comments are valuable, but I’m gonna ignore your advice.
Badger: The cuss you are.
Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
Badger: No, you cussing with me?
Mr. Fox: Don’t cussing point at me!
Badger: If you’re gonna cuss with somebody, you’re not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!
Mr. Fox: You’re not gonna cuss with me!
[Both start snarling at each other, and then settle down]
Mr. Fox: Just buy the tree.
Laura Bishop: I’m sorry Walt.
Walt Bishop: It’s not your fault. . .Which injuries are you apologizing for? Specifically.
Laura Bishop: Specifically? Whichever ones still hurt.
Walt Bishop: Half of those were self-inflicted. . .I hope the roof flies off, and I get sucked up into space. You’d be better off without me.
Laura Bishop: Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Walt Bishop: Why?
Laura Bishop: We’re all they’ve got, Walt.
Walt Bishop: That’s not enough.
Announcer: That’s 72 unforced errors for Richie Tenenbaum. He’s playing the worst tennis of his life. What’s he feeling, Tex Hayward?
Tex Hayward: I don’t know, Jim, there’s obviously something wrong with him. He’s taken off his shoes and one of his socks and. . .actually, I think he’s crying.
As shocking (and for many, upsetting) as Avatar‘s win over The Hurt Locker and Inglourious Basterds is, it doesn’t mean it’ll take the top prize at the Oscars in March. It’ll be nom’d for sure, but that really is all that’s certain at this point.