I know it's not from a movie, but I had the best radio line in Toronto for YEARS..
We got a call. In March. It was cold. It was raining. The call was a possible DOA at a construction site. Damn...well, off we go, and YUP!! There's buddy at the bottom of a site, sans head. (Fell backwards into a running table saw.
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So, I've got 10 mins till I'm off, so I called it in to our Base Hospital for a DOT Cert. Some wingnut Med Student answers the radio. I told him I had a Code 4. He asked me 'wha happened him?" What? Oh!! You don't speak ENGLISH very well! Fine, I elaborated. He comes back with, "Metro, I don't understand the picture you're trying to paint for me here.." (Only, mess that up a LOT.) After the THIRD time, I lost it. So, I said, "Here! Listen to me..CAREFULLY this time, okay? Picture THIS, okay? Are you WITH me?"
"Umm...yeeees.."
"Good! Picture this then! There's a BIG hole! There's a DEAD GUY lying at the BOTTOM of the hole...GIVE ME MY BLOODY CODE 4 TAG SO I CAN GET OUT OF HERE!!"
Needless to say, you've NEVER heard THAT much laughter on an open radio in your LIFE.