Scarlett: I can shoot straight, if I don't have to shoot too far.
Harry Faversham: In England, the white feather is the mark of a coward.
Dr. Harraz: Ah, I see. Then why worry? Be a coward and be happy.
Harry Faversham: No, Doctor. I have been a coward, and I wasn't happy.
Jefferson Smith: I wouldn't give you two cents for all your fancy rules if, behind them, they didn't have a little bit of plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and a little looking out for the other fella, too.
Dallas: Well, you gotta live no matter what happens.
Reverend Rosenkrantz: Any man failing to report to duty will be promptly hanged. Amen.
Narrator: August 30, 1937. Stuttgart, Germany. Thousands of National Socialists from all parts of the world gather for a congress of Germans living abroad. They hear, "We National Socialists reject any German whose ambition it is to assimilate with the people of the country in which he lives. Because we only recognize as a complete German that citizen that always and everywhere remains a German and nothing but a German!"
Slim: I wish somebody'd shoot me when I get old.
Heathcliff: I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul.
Eddie Bartlett: One thing, Lloyd. They tell me your boss is building a case against our old friend, George.
Lloyd Hart: The case is already built, Eddie.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, well, you remember what he said would happen if you ever told what you knew about him?
Lloyd Hart: I remember.
Eddie Bartlett: So does he.
Benito Juarez: Virte is a formidable weapon in the hands of an enemy.
Anita Halstead: What if the parachute didn't open?
Tony Halstead: Darling, all parachutes are guaranteed to open. If it doesn't, they give you a new one.
Baron Wolf von Frankenstein: It appears that my father thought that he could extract from lightning some super-violet ray of life-giving properties.