Bill Munny: You better bury Ned right, and don't go cuttin' up... Nor otherwise harm no whores, or I'll come back and kill every one of you sons-a-bitches.
Linda Powell: I think that, a) you have an act, and that, b) not having an act is your act.
John Cutter: Now I'm sick of your shit.
Charles Rane: You need the passengers, I need the plane. Put me back on board and the passengers will be released.
John Cutter: Yeah right. I'm supposed to trust you?
Charles Rane: Trust your instincts.
John Cutter: My instincts are to wax your ass all over this floor.
Charles Rane: Those are your emotions acting without the benefit of intellect.
Bernadette 'Bernie' Walsh: This is sick, Helen! This isn't one of your fairytales, a woman got killed here.
Rizzo the Rat: There are two things I hate: heights and jumping from them.
Fester: Hey dude, what time does school get out?
Hammer: I don't know. I never stayed to the end.
Garth Algar: If she were a president, she would be Baberaham Lincoln.
Marlene 'Marl' Craven: The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.
Gabriel Caine: Roy... what you did tonight... couldn't be done.
Honey Roy Palmer: Now you motivate me.
Carl: Forget it. It's a toy company.
Martin Bishop: Toy company my ass. That's laser fencing. There's high voltage around the perimeter. The whole building says go away.
Jack Kelly: So what do you say, Spot?
Spot Conlon: I say... that what you say... is what I say.
William Strannix: You're a maniac. Drown your own crew.
Commander Krill: They never liked me anyway.
Doumer: I bet they fuckin' love ya now, huh?
Madeleine: Do you know that they do to soft, bald, overweight Republicans in prison, Ernest?
Batty Koda: Oh oh, oh oh, big ears! Elephant! No, no, no, anteater! Oh, orangutan! OK, OK, let me guess again - a duck! A duck! Ooohhh, it's Darwin's grab bag.
Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?