*have* Quotes

Han Solo: Stay sharp. There's two more coming in. They're gonna try and cut us off.
[CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE; turns to Luke and Obi-Wan]
Han Solo: What did you guys do to attract this kind of attention, anyhow?
Luke: Couldn't we outrun them first and explain ourselves later? You said something about the Kessel Run.

Han Solo: Watch the wisecracks, kid, or you're gonna find yourself floating home! I'm nobody's straight-man, not on my own ship!... We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace. Besides, I know a few maneuvers which ought to shake the more persistent ones.
[CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]
Han Solo: I just wish I'd known how *popular* the two of

you were.
Luke: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] Don't tell me you would've turned us away.
Han Solo: [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] No; far more likely, all I would've done was boost your fare... considerably.
[the ship shudders as an explosion flashes outside the window]
Han Solo: Here's where the fun begins!

Obi-Wan: How long before you can make the jump to hyperspace?
Han Solo: It'll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the nav-com.
[CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]
Han Solo: I could override it, but the drive might shred itself.
[the ship rocks violently as it is straddled with particle-beams]

Luke: Do we *have* a few moments? At the rate they're gaining...!
Han Solo: Traveling through hyperspace ain't like dusting crops, farm-boy!
[CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE]
Han Solo: Ever try calculating a jump to light-speed?
[Luke shakes his head]
Han Solo: Didn't think so; well, it's no parlor

trick. Without precise calculations we could fly right through a supernova, or bounce into a singularity. I've seen it happen, too; I only wish I hadn't.
Luke: [notices a flashing light] ... What does that mean? What's happening?
Han Solo: [noticing it also] Uh-oh, we're losing a deflector shield. Go strap yourselves in, we're ready to make the jump.

If we take a burst at the wrong moment...
[They escape]

Mufasa: Simba, I'm very disappointed in you!
Young Simba: I know.
Mufasa: You could have been killed. You deliberatly disobeyed me and what's worse, you put Nala in danger!
Young Simba: I was just trying to be brave like you.
Mufasa: I'm only brave when I *have* to be. Simba, being

brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble.
Young Simba: But you're not scared of anything.
Mufasa: I was today.
Young Simba: You were?
Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you.
Young Simba: Oh. I guess even kings get scared, huh?
Mufasa: Mm-hmm

Young Simba: But you know what?
Mufasa: What?
Young Simba: I think those hyenas were even scarder
Mufasa: Cause nobody messes with your dad! Come here you!
Young Simba: [Mufasa grabs Simba and gives him a noogie] Oh no, no! Aah!
Young Simba: [Simba squirms away

and chases his father and tackles him] Come here. Got ya!
[They roll in the grass laughing]
Young Simba: Dad?
Mufasa: Hmm?
Young Simba: We're pals right?
Mufasa: Right.
Young Simba: And we'll always be together right?
Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you

something that *my* father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.
Young Simba: Really?
Mufasa: Yes. So whenever you feel alone just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.

Construction Foreman Tom: This is serious. He's out to get your house!
Carl Fredricksen: Tell your boss he can *have* our house.
Construction Foreman Tom: Really?
Carl Fredricksen: When I'm dead!
[goes inside and slams the front door]
Construction Foreman Tom: I'll take that as a

maybe!

Professor Henry Jones: [after escaping from the Nazis, and coming onto a road sign] Stop, wait, stop! Stop! You're going the wrong way. We have to get to Berlin.
Indiana Jones: [Points to the sign] Brody's *this* way.
Professor Henry Jones: My diary's in Berlin.
Indiana Jones: We don't need the diary, Dad.

Marcus has the map.
Professor Henry Jones: There is more in the diary than *just the map*.
Indiana Jones: [turns off the motorcycle engine; annoyed] All right, Dad. Tell me.
Professor Henry Jones: Well, he who finds the Grail must face the final challenge.
Indiana Jones: What final challenge?

Professor Henry Jones: Three devices of such lethal cunning.
Indiana Jones: Booby traps?
Professor Henry Jones: Oh, yes. But I found the clues that will safely take us through them in the Chronicles of St. Anselm.
Indiana Jones: [pleased] Well, what are they?
[short pause as Henry tries to recall]

Indiana Jones: Can't you remember?
Professor Henry Jones: I wrote them down in my diary so that I wouldn't *have* to remember.
Indiana Jones: [angry] Half the German Army's on our tail and you want me to go to Berlin? Into the lion's den?
Professor Henry Jones: Yes! The only thing that matters is the Grail.

Indiana Jones: What about Marcus?
Professor Henry Jones: Marcus would agree with me!
Indiana Jones: Two selfless martyrs. Jesus Christ.
[Henry slaps Indy]
Indiana Jones: [gasps]
Professor Henry Jones: That's for blasphemy! The quest for the Grail is not archaeology; it's a

race against evil! If it is captured by the Nazis, the armies of darkness will march all over the face of the Earth! Do you understand me?
Indiana Jones: This is an *obsession*, Dad! I *never* understood it! *Never*! Neither did mom.
Professor Henry Jones: [clearly hurt] Oh, yes, she did. Only too well. Unfortunately, she kept her illness from me

until all I could do was mourn her.

Juror #10: [when a new "not guilty" vote appears in a secret ballot] All right, who was it? I wanna know.
Juror #11: Excuse me, this was a secret ballot. We all agreed on that. Now, if the gentleman wants it to remain secret...
Juror #3: "Secret"? What do you mean, "secret"? There are no secrets in a jury room, I know who it was.

Juror #3: [to Juror #5] Brother, you really are somethin'. you sit here vote guilty like the rest of us, then some golden-voiced preacher starts tearing your poor heart out about some underprivileged kid, just couldn't help becoming a murderer, and you change your vote. Well, if that isn't the most sickening - *why don't you drop a quarter in his collection box?*

Juror #5: [astonished that #3 was accusing him, gets up] Oh, now just wait a minute! Listen, you can't talk to me that! Who do you think you are?
Juror #4: Now calm down, calm down!
Juror #5: No, now who do you think you are?
Juror #4: It doesn't matter. He's very excitable. Just sit down...

Juror #3: [exploding] "Excitable"? You bet I'm excitable! We're trying to put a guilty man in the chair where he belongs, and then someone starts telling us fairy tales and we're listening!
Juror #1: Heya, c'mon now.
Juror #3: [to Juror #5] What made you change your vote?
Juror #9: He didn't change his vote -

*I* did!
Juror #10: [everyone stares] Ohhh, fine!
Juror #9: Would you like me to tell ya why?
Juror #7: No, I wouldn't like you to tell me why.
Juror #9: Well, I'd like to make it clear anyways, if you don't mind.
Juror #10: [impatient] Do we *have* to listen to this?

Juror #6: [firmly] The man wants to talk.
Juror #9: [to Juror #6] Thank you.
Juror #9: [motions to Juror #8] This gentleman has been standing alone against us. Now, he doesn't say that the boy is *not* guilty; he just isn't *sure*. Well, it's not easy to stand alone against the ridicule of others, so he gambled for support... and I

gave it to him. I respect his motives. The boy is probably guilty, but - eh, I want to hear more. Right now the vote is 10 to 2...
[Juror #7 gets up and heads to the bathroom]
Juror #9: Now I'm talking here! You have no right to leave this room - !
Juror #8: [calmly stopping him] He can't hear you, and he never will. Let's sit down.

Ted: Lori was right about you: you *cannot* take responsibility for anything that goes on in your life.
John: Oh, and *you* can?
Ted: I don't *have* to! I'm a fucking *teddy bear*! Y'know somethin'? I didn't tie you up and *drag* you to that party, alright? I *wanted* you to come, because you're *supposedly* my best friend!

John: You can't stand there and tell me havin' been with Lori has always been a threat to our friendship! I mean, it always works out so much better for *you* when we're sittin' around gettin' *fucked* up on the couch till nine am, doesn't it?
Ted: [Scoffs] Listen to yourself. What am I, Emperor Ming here controllin' your mind? That's *your* choice, John!

And by blamin' me, you're just makin' yourself look like a pussy.

[Karl has given Sarah a lift home after the Christmas party. They are standing on her doorstep]
Karl: Well, I-I'd better go.
Sarah: Okay.
Karl: Goodnight.
Sarah: Goodnight.
[he gives her a quick peck on the cheek, then they begin to kiss passionately]
Karl: Actually, I

don't *have* to go.
Sarah: Right. Good.
Karl: I mean...
Sarah: No-no that's good. Just, um, would you excuse me for one second? Just...
Karl: Sure.
[she moves round the corner, out of sight of Karl, dances a little jig for joy, then returns]
Sarah: Um, okay, that's done.

Um, why don't you come upstairs in about ten seconds.