You can give a dog a bad name but when that dog’s name is Kray, he might bite you back.
Names are sacred. They connect us not only to ourselves, but to everyone who came before.[to Katy]
My name is Trinity and you better take your hands off of me.[to Chad]
I once knew a Spaniard named, something in Spanish.
When others are around, it doesn’t matter what you call me. You can whistle. You can call me, “Hey, you.”[to Arthur Miller]
The name’s Rocket. Rocket Raccoon.
You need to stop calling me that. I used to change your diapers.[Monica Rambeau: Captain Marvel.]
You have the most unusual name too. John Smith.[John Smith: You have the most unusual names here. Chechomony, Kuyukanhoic, Pocahontas.]
Esmarelda Villalobos: What is your name? Butch Coolidge: Butch. Esmarelda Villalobos: What does it mean? Butch Coolidge: I’m an American, honey. Our names don’t mean s***.
We need a simple, strong stage name. Slab Oakley. Chad Log. I’ve got it. Chris Pine. No, it’d never work.
Perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.[to Jocelyn]
My name? It’s “Take your crude, overly obvious come-on to every woman who walks past and cram it.” That’s my name.