Wheel: The Constitution wasn't written on an etch-a-sketch, but every once in a while you gotta twist the knobs a little.
Nico Toscani: You guys think you're above the law... well you ain't above mine.
Lt. Nikolai: You lied to me General.
General Vortek: I sent you on a mission... to help an oppresed people.
Lt. Nikolai: But you didn't tell me who the oppressors were, did you?
General Vortek: Nikolai... you were, SPETZNATS.
Lt. Nikolai: I AM SPETZNAS... but I'm no longer one of you.
Wyatt Earp: It's all true, give or take a lie or two.
Michael: Let her go.
Mr. Big: Shut up! Don't you talk to me. You shut up.
Ty Webb: You know I'm always shooting myself with one of those poison-dipped, crossbow darts. I don't know why they don't put a warning on those things.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Elliot Mantle: Bev, you haven't done anything until I've done it too. You haven't fucked Claire Niveau until you've told me about it.
Beverly Mantle: Then I haven't fucked Claire Niveau.
Caveman: Good cat! Good cat.
Ma: Don't you want to join the clean plate club?
Preston Tucker: Isn't that the idea? To build a better mouse trap?
Abe: Not if you're a mouse.
Vance: We do not want to end up with a low potassium level.
Pee-wee: Duh, Vance! You'd think I never went to agricultural junior college.
Lt. Col. Alan Caldwell: We used to joke that being in the army was not a matter of life and death. It's more important than that.
Donald Blake: He wants me to be more heroic, me.
Wanda Saknussemm: Bitchin' left hook, Crassus.
Chick Gandil: You go back to Boston and turn seventy grand at the drop of a hat? I find that hard to believe.
Sport Sullivan: You say you can find seven men on the best club that ever took the field willin' to throw the World Series? I find that hard to believe.
Chick Gandil: You never played for Charlie Comiskey.
Camille Claudel: You're wrong to think it's about you. You're a sculptor, Rodin, not a sculpture. You ought to know. I am that old woman with nothing on her bones. And the aging young girl... that's also me. And the man is me too. Not you. I gave him my toughness. He gave me his emptiness in return. There you are... three times me. The Holy Trinity, trinity of emptiness.
Harry Buscafusco: May I ask, why d'ya keep a shotgun in your apartment?
Sylvia Pickel: It's not really mine. An old boyfriend left it here.
Harry Buscafusco: Why did he keep it?
Sylvia Pickel: I don't really know. You don't ask a guy named Icepick too many questions.
Col. George Walker: You know anything about golf, Clark?
Capt. Bartholomew Clark: No, sir. Golf wasn't big in my neighborhood.
Smiley: Fuck you Perry.
Perry: That's right Smiley, "fuck you" covers just about everything.