Dean: The world is perfect. Appreciate the details.
Mouse Finbar: Did I die and turn into a small muscular boy scout?
Games Master WooTan Yu: At the end of the Kentucky derby, do you think horses get a prize?
Robert Bilott: The system is rigged. The want us to believe that it'll protect us, but that's a lie. We protect us. We do. Nobody else. Not the companies, not the scientists, not the government. Us.
Mr. Breyer: Maybe there is something wrong with Brandon. He may look like us. He's not like us.
Mrs. Breyer: I will never turn against our son.
Mr. Breyer: He's not our son.
Jud Crandall: Sometimes, dead is better.
Joker: You know, it's funny. This reminds me of a joke. See, there were two guys locked in a lunatic asylum and one night... one night, they decided they didn't like that anymore. They decided to escape. So, they made it up to the roof and there, just across this narrow gap, they see rooftops, stretching across town, stretching to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across, no problem. But his friend, oh, no way, he's afraid of falling. So, the first guy has an idea. He says, "Hey, I got this flashlight with me. I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings and you can walk across the beam and join me." But the second guy says, "What do you think I am, crazy? You'll just turn it off when I'm halfway across!"
Batman: This is not the time for pizza.
Michelangelo: I totally don't understand any of that sentence.
Tulley: Justice delayed is justice denied. That's my damn agenda.
Serizawa: The only way to heal our wounds is to make peace with the demons who opened them.
Mufasa: You must take your place... in the circle of life.
Calamity Jane: Ten years gone, 'proaching that same-self hill I thought to lay me down and rise no more... oof. Gimme wide berth, that's just passed wind! Possibly worse... Before eyes close for good an' all, I'd once again see my Joanie Stubbs... show her a sign of lovin' regret from Calamity Jane to her darlin'. And, too, at the grave of Wild Bill. Oof, I've a left-cheek ass-blister's a percolatin' sonofabitch.
Elsa Korr: You're not a Nazi, Jojo. You're a ten-year-old kid who likes dressing up in a funny uniform and wants to be part of a club.
Paul: You've been blessed with a broken heart. When it doesn't hurt anymore that's when it's really over. Live in this as long as you can.
Denice: Yeah, I don't think we're going to be able to fix your phone.
Phil: Why not?
Denice: Well, because its in three different pieces! I don't even think this piece is part of your phone, it looks like a piece to a watch.
