Edmund Hillary
Edmund Hillary

I am inclined to think that the realm of mythology is where the Yeti rightly belongs.

Kate McKinnon
Kate McKinnon

I do get approached occasionally, but not a ton. I'm unrecognizable because I'm coated in cat hair and sweat. And there's a sort of yeti quality to my presence... so I don't think that people can see the face.

Meghan Daum
Meghan Daum

Checking email every 45 seconds is not only compulsive, it's presumptuous. It suggests a belief that anyone who sends us a message needs us to read it immediately, even if the message is from SkyMall telling us our Bigfoot Garden Yeti statue has shipped.

Rhys Darby
Rhys Darby

My favorite crypted is definitely Yeti because it's once removed. It's not as popular as Bigfoot or Sasquatch, but it's more exciting. Yetis are of Tibetan origin, China or so, around Russia. They're more of a snow-based giant hominid. Apes living up in the snow? That doesn't make any sense! Well! People have seen them.

Monsters, Inc.
Monsters, Inc.

Yeti: You wanna go to the village? Okay, rule number one out here: Always... no, Never go out in a blizzard.
Sulley: We need to get to Boo.
[a snowcone gets thrown at Sulley from off-screen. The Yeti points at Mike]
Mike: Boo? What about us?
[Throws another snowcone]
Mike: Ever since that kid

came in, you've ignored everything I've said, and now look where we are!
[Throws another snowcone]
Mike: Oh, we were about to break the record, Sulley. We would've had it made!
Sulley: None of that matters now.
Mike: None of it matters?
[Drops the snowcone he was about to throw onto the floor]

Mike: Wa-wait a second. None of it matters? Oh, okay, that's - no. Good. Great. So now the truth comes out, doesn't it?
Yeti: Oh, would you look at that? We're out of snowcones. Let me... just go outside and make some more.
[Leaves]
Mike: Sulley, what about everything we ever worked for? Does that matter? Huh? What about

Celia? I am never... never gonna see her again. Doesn't that matter? What about me? I'm your pal, I'm-I'm your best friend. Don't I matter?
Sulley: I'm sorry, Mike. I'm sorry we're stuck out here. I didn't mean all this to happen. But Boo's in trouble. I think there might be a way to save her if we can just get down to that...
Mike: We? Whoa, whoa.

We? No. There's no we this time, pal. If-if-if you wanna go out there and freeze to death, you be my guest, because you're on your own.

Face/Off
Face/Off

Pollux Troy: [Not realizing that he is talking with Sean Archer with Troy's face] Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Sean Archer: [Trying to act like Troy] Listen, bro. I am soooo fried. If the psychos find out I'm this wacky we're both dead meat.
Pollux Troy: Shock treatment? What's the matter, did they operate?

[Pollux touches Archer's face]
Sean Archer: I was in a COMA! Jesus, you're still so frickin' paranoid! Aren't they giving you your medication in here?
Pollux Troy: What *was* my medication?
Sean Archer: [sighing in exasperation] Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years. Vivex! I haven't forgotten *that*.

Sean Archer: [beat] It's just everything else. My reflexes, my synapses, it's all like a...
Sean Archer: [beat] tab of bad Quantrax.
Sean Archer: [beat] I don't even know why that fucking Yeti jumped me the other day.
Pollux Troy: Dubov? You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent

here.
Sean Archer: Well, that explains why he was so upset. We're gonna blow up L.A., bro. Ain't that cool?
Pollux Troy: Sure, rub my nose in it, why don't you. Ten million dollar design and those Militia nut jobs get to keep their cash.
Sean Archer: It's so fucking unfair! That bomb you built does deserve an audience. I mean,

it's a work of art, it belongs in the Louvre.
Pollux Troy: Yes, it does. Oh well, I guess the L.A. Convention Center will just have to do.
Sean Archer: [rejoices as Pollux just revealed the location of the bomb] Thank you.
Pollux Troy: For what?
Sean Archer: Oh, bro. You are so fuckin' pathetic.

Mrs. Doubtfire
Mrs. Doubtfire

Mrs. Doubtfire: I must look like a yeti in this getup!

Mrs. Doubtfire
Mrs. Doubtfire

Mrs. Doubtfire: [Appears over the fridge with cream cake all over her face] HELLO!
[Mrs Sellner screams]
Mrs. Doubtfire: Aw I'm so sorry to frighten you, dear, I must look like a YETI in this getup!

About a Boy
About a Boy

Marcus: [Out to lunch with Will & his mum] I made her put on that nice jumper.
Will: As for his mum, she appeared to be clinically insane, and wearing some kind of yeti costume!

Rise of the Guardians
Rise of the Guardians

[while North is touring Jack around his home]
Jack Frost: Slow down would you, I've been trying to bust in here for years. I want a good look!
North: What do you mean 'bust in'?
Jack Frost: Don't worry, I never got past the yetis.
[turns and sees a yeti glaring at him]
Jack Frost: Oh, hey Phil.


[Phil growls menacingly and slaps a fist into his palm]