Tony Clifton: I think you sat in some cottage cheese. Oh, pardon me, that's your ass.
Twister: I got a four-year-old nephew who works harder than you do.
Inspector Gadget: I don't get it. Why would you do this?
Dr. Claw: I'll tell you why. To make techno-warriors that never get tired, never get hungry, and never say "no." Every army in the world would be made up of my creations. Imagine the confusion, Gadget, huh? Imagine the perks. COMPRENDÉ?
Inspector Gadget: Yeah, I comprendé.
Dr. Claw: No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no. I comprendo, yo comprendo. Conjugate the word, for pity's sake.
Joan of Arc: May God forgive your blasphemy, because I never will.
Voice of the Announcer: Meanwhile, back at Snidely's not-so-secret hideout.
Dutch Van Den Broeck: What happens if you don't get elected?
Kay Chandler: The country goes to hell.
Ghost Dog: Even if one's head were to be suddenly cut off, he should be able to do one more action with certainty. With martial valor, if one becomes like a revengeful ghost and shows great determination, though his head is cut off, he should not die.
Oliver Lang: I'm a messenger Michael, I'm a messenger! There's millions of us, waiting to take up arms, ready to spread the word... millions of us.
Michael Faraday: No! The government's not who you're killing.
Oliver Lang: Yes. Yes... they'll pay. They'll pay for their sins. Their lies.
Michael Faraday: You're killing children! Children die.
Oliver Lang: Children... I know that. This is war, Michael. In a war, children die.