What is your favorite last line in a movie?

It’s funny how a great cinematic moment can be warped by its own memorability (and the memorability of the moments surrounding it). For years, I’ve been saying “I’m finished!” with all the mustard that Daniel Day-Lewis puts on There Will Be Blood’s final, eminently quotable confrontation between Daniel Plainview and Eli Sunday. But I was remembering it incorrectly: Day-Lewis reserves the sturm-und-drang for “DRAAAAINAGE!,” “I drink your milkshake,” “I am the third revelation,” and the bowling-pin bludgeoning of Eli—the oil-and-religion/religion-of-oil epic’s punctuation is much more understated. That doesn’t rob it of any punch, though. It’s still a great line, an exhalation-as-end-card and summation of Daniel’s destruction. His story, at least what we’ll see of it, is at an end; pity all the real-world Daniel Plainviews still had plenty more havoc to wreak. [Erik Adams]

Both Blade Runner movies pull a trick of not really being about the guy who serves as the protagonist. The first highlights this with Roy Batty’s “tears in rain” monologue, during which Harrison Ford’s Rick Deckard stays completely silent, and Denis Villeneuve’s ends with another moment that stuns Deckard into silence. The plot of 2049 concerns Deckard’s , whose existence should be impossible, and it ends with him meeting her—now fully grown—for the first time: “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Carla Juri’s Ana asks. Deckard doesn’t respond, because it’s not his story and it never was, but his silence says more than he could anyway. [Sam Barsanti]

—the sublime romantic drama from Richard Linklater, and sequel to Before Sunrise—is wall-to-wall romantic tension, and its closing line is all about release. Sunset opens with star-crossed lovers Céline (Julie Delpy) and Jesse (Ethan Hawke) reuniting for the first time since spending a night together nine years prior. With just an hour before Jesse leaves for the airport, the couple embark on a contemplative stroll through Paris, the fate of their relationship hanging in the balance. What follows is an hour of flirtatious banter, stimulating conversation, and aching sexual tension, culminating in a final scene where the question of “Will they, or won’t they?” is finally answered: While dancing to Nina Simone, Céline turns to Jesse and says, “Baby, you are gonna miss that plane,” to which he responds, “I know.” [Baraka Kaseko]

In Anarene, Texas, where everything is dead or dying, the affair between high school student Sonny (Timothy Bottoms) and the lonely married Ruth Popper (Cloris Leachman) is a rare sign of life. Of all of the characters in , they’re the two who find the most pure joy with each other, which makes his eventual betrayal of her all the more heartbreaking. When Sonny visits after his friend dies, looking for comfort, he finds a dejected, ruined woman, apologizing for still wearing her bathrobe in the middle of the day. Like so many people of the town, they’ve become victims to one irrevocable mistake. Ruth’s “Never you mind, honey. Never you mind,” sounds soothing on its surface, but her dazed tone renders the sentiment bleaker than anything that’s come before it. It’s nearly impossible to think of how the story continues. [Laura Adamczyk]

Of all of David Lynch’s work, the contrast between wholesome surface and depraved underbelly is most pronounced in , a movie that begins with a severed ear in a sunny field and ends with a mechanical robin eating a cockroach. The film charts the coming-of-age of Jeffrey Beaumont (Kyle MacLachlan), a college student whose innocence is shattered when he meets nightclub singer Dorothy Valens (Isabella Rossellini); although Jeffrey’s naive girlfriend Sandy (Laura Dern) is sheltered from much of what happens between Dorothy and Jeffrey, she, too, receives a lesson in the darker side of life. So while the facade of small-town Americana is restored at the end of the film, there’s a wistful tone in Dern’s voice when she turns to MacLachlan and says, “It’s a strange world, isn’t it?” The persistence of hope in the face of evil is a major theme in Lynch’s work, and with that one line, he encapsulates that philosophy with dreamy simplicity. [Katie Rife]