Mourinho is known for getting under players' skins, tickling and goading better performances out of them.
It is a pretty odd profession - tickling people - but it can be lucrative.
Luke Skywalker: It's not just about lifting rocks. The force binds everything together.
Rey: Ok. But what is it?
Luke Skywalker: Close your eyes.
[Rey does so]
Luke Skywalker: Breathe. Now reach out.
[Rey literally reaches her hand out and Luke starts tickling her hand with a leaf]
Rey: [gasps] I feel something.
Luke Skywalker: You do?
Rey: Yes.
Luke Skywalker: That's the force. It must be really strong.
Rey: I've never felt anything like...
[Luke slaps her hand with the leaf]
Rey: Ow!
Flynn Rider: [while in the hands of the Thugs] Not the nose, not the nose, not the nose!
Rapunzel: [Rapunzel wraps her hair around a decorative branch, and lets go, hitting Hook Hand on the head] Put him down! Okay, I don't know where I am, and I need him to take me to see the lanterns, because I've been dreaming about them my entire life. Find your
humanity! Haven't any of you ever had a dream?
Hook Hand Thug: [Hook Hand approaches Rapunzel] I had a dream once.
Hook Hand Thug: [Hook Hand throws his axe at the wall, and the man in the corner starts playing his concertina] I'm malicious, mean, and scary, my sneer could curdle dairy, and violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest. But despite my
evil look and my temper and my hook, I've always yearned to be a concert pianist.
Hook Hand Thug: [Hook Hand starts playing the piano] Can't you see me on the stage, performing Mozart, Tickling the ivories 'till they gleam? Yep, I'd rather be called deadly, for my killer show tune medley.
Hook Hand Thug: Thank you!
[He slides his hand across
the piano keys]
Hook Hand Thug: 'Cause way down deep inside I've got a dream!
Chorus: [singing] He's got a dream, he's got a dream.
Hook Hand Thug: See, I ain't as cruel and vicious as I seem, though I feel like breaking femurs, you can count me with the dreamers, for like everybody else, I've got a dream!
Mom: [Mason Jr. and Samantha start fighting in the backseat] Hey! What's going on back there? Stop it! Put a barrier up! Come on, make a barrier with your pillow!
Mom: Okay, we're going to play a game: Whoever can stay quiet the longest wins. And, go!
[Samantha and Mason Jr. start tickling each other, instead]
Talget: My daughter, Mary. She's got really long hair almost down to her waist. In fact, it's the one rule my fucking ex respects, which is that I'm the only one who cuts her hair... She does this thing. She'll come and hover over me. I'll just be dead asleep, and she'll start swinging her head back and forth, tickling me with her hair all in my face, and
[LAUGHS]
Talget: she'll be laughing like crazy. It's a certain type of laugh, you know, when the kid goes past laughing to laughing, like a...
[MIMICS CHILD LAUGHING]
Talget: You know, like you can't really breathe, sounding more like an old man than a kid... I miss the hell out of that kid... Yeah.
Ottway: You should. You know
that?... Those things from your life, whatever they might be, make you want that next minute more than the last... Make you fight for it.
Diaz: I just wanna fuck one more time
[ALL LAUGHING]
Talget: See, you ruined my story, motherfucker.
Diaz: No. No, man.
Talget: I'm telling a nice little sweet
story about my daughter...
Diaz: I don't mean to wreck your shit... I know, I know. I just can't go out on that last piece of horrible ass that I had. You know what I'm saying? A 53-year-old hooker, half-Eskimo.
Talget: We shouldn't talk about that.
Diaz: She was 250, 260. No shit. The bitch gave me the clap like it was gift
wrapped
[MEN LAUGHING]
Talget: No, no, no. No, no, no.
Diaz: Anyway... No, I just think that I would punch out and that would be my fucking swan song, right?... That alone is worth the fight... That's worth the fight.