Anton: Man and woman together make flower. Douglas, you are stem. Katya, you are petal. Together, we make flower.
Guru Tugginmypudha: Good distraction frees us from emotional pain. Bad distraction gives you a mouth full of whizz.
Rep. Linda Sanchez: It sort of reminds me of the tobacco companies, pre-'90s, when they kept saying, "No, there's no link between smoking and damage to your health or ill health effects." And they were forced to admit that that was incorrect, through a spate of litigation in the 1990s.
Frankie Stevens: You know, you say that one more time I will punch you in the nose.
Mac Thompkins: Been a while since I fought a woman.
Rube Baker: Hey, Cerrano. I'm on the rooster.
Brink: When you woke up this morning, did you say to yourself 'Today, I'm gonna talk.' or 'Today, I'm gonna skate!'?
Hope: Hey - Yo. Which one of you guys want to buy me a drink?
Cute Guy at Bar: Laughs.
Hope: That's me.
Cute Guy at Bar: That's you?
Hope: Yep.
Cute Guy at Bar: You look nice.
Hope: I still, like, hardly ever get my period. So you don't gotta worry about knocking me up. You could fuck me all raw and shit.
Cute Guy at Bar: Laughs Wow. So, if we buy you a drink.
Hope: Will I let you double team me? Absolutely.
Cute Guy at Bar: Could you just leave us alone?
Australian POW: This is the end, mates. No one knows you're here... It's best if you just resign to your fate.
Jake La Motta: Who's an animal? Your mother's an animal, ya son of a bitch.
Coach Rig: You go out there, you tear their fucking heads off and you shit down their necks! Let us pray.
Cliff Murdoch: I just figured out why the Cubs lose every year. They've got more talent in the stands than they do in the field.
Steff: You're not God, Nickerson. You're just a typing teacher.
Tanner Boyle: Jews, Spics, Ni**ers and a Wop that throws airballs.
L. C. Cheever: You got it backwards kid. You play cards the way you should lead your life. And you lead your life the way you should play cards.
Tracey Reynolds: Calvin, I think you should stick to basketball. You know why? You can't rap.
Mary Marckx: You ran great in Munich.
Steve Prefontaine: No, Viren ran great, I was fourth.
Prof. Ned Brainard: Let's see, flying rubber... Flubber.
Jim Henry: I want to have a long talk with anybody bettin' against me.
Lou Gehrig: Is it three strikes, Doc?
Clinic doctor: You want it straight?
Lou Gehrig: Sure, straight.
Clinic doctor: It's three strikes.