Stig: Just because you put your finger in your belly button and brown shit comes out don't mean it's your asshole.
Virgil Malloy: Are you a man?
Turk Malloy: Yes, nineteen.
Virgil Malloy: Are you alive?
Turk Malloy: Yes, eighteen.
Virgil Malloy: Evel Knievel.
Turk Malloy: ...shit.
Detective Spooner: Somehow, 'I told you so' just doesn't quite say it.
Evelyn: Who are we if we can't protect them? We have to protect them.
Zeus: He said, "how many were going to St. Ives, " right? The riddle begins, "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives!" The guy and his wives aren't going anywhere.
John McClane: What are they doing?
Zeus: Sitting in the fucking road! Waiting on the moor! How the hell should I know?
Red Webster: Don't ever marry an ugly woman. Just sucks the life right out of you.
Irene Adler: Why are you always so suspicious?
Sherlock Holmes: Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?
G-Money: I had my jimmy waxed every day last week.
Chucky: We're friends 'til the end, remember?
Andy: This is the end, friend.
Selina Kyle: Ok, Intimidate me, bully me if it makes you feel big. I mean it's not like you can just kill me...
Max Shreck: Actually, it's a lot like that.
Ajax: I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.
FBI: Here are your options. Door number one you go to prison for a very long time, door number two you help us get back the declaration from Ian, and you'll still go to prison for a very long time, but you'll feel good inside.
Ben Gates: Is there a door that doesn't lead to prision?
FBI: Someone's gotta go to prison, Ben.
[Poe is looking out of the back of the plane at the DEA agent's car tethered to it, flapping about.]
Cameron Poe: On any other day, that might seem strange.
Delivery Man: Fate whispers to the warrior.
Ethan Hunt: There's a storm coming.
Delivery Man: And the warrior whispers back.
Ethan Hunt: I am the storm.
[All ammunition has been confiscated.]
Marine: What are we supposed to use? Harsh language?.
Tracy: He was crippled, but only his body was cracked. It's not simple, nor is it an easy matter to explain. "Let's just leave it at that," she says and closes the holy book of lies. She covers her eyes, denying to herself what she thought happened.