Maxim de Winter: Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls... or to be 36 years old.
Capt. Geoffrey Thorpe: We've an old proverb in England that says, "Those who sail without oars stay on good terms with the wind."
James Lee Wong: Greetings. Only the eyebrows of youth would have the temerity to call the beard of age at such an hour.
Jiminy Cricket: Well... guess he won't need me anymore. What does an actor want with a conscience, anyway?
Sidney Kidd: You hate me, I trust, Miss Imbrie.
Elizabeth Imbrie: No, I-I can't afford to hate anybody. I'm only a photographer.
Oliver Hardy: Where's the basement?
Desk Clerk: Downstairs.
Walter Burns: Hey, Duffy, listen. Is there any way we can stop the 4:00 train to Albany from leaving town?
Duffy - Copy Editor: We might dynamite it.
Walter Burns: Could we?
Pete: You know, I used to have a little cat once. And when it was left all alone, it'd cry... meeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwww.
Alfred Kralik: Now if I were a girl and had to choose between a young good-for-nothing with plenty of hair and a good, solid, mature citizen, I'd pick Mathias Popkin every time.
Knute, Age 7: Poppa, don't talk Norwegian, talk American. We're all Americans now, especially me. I'm left end.
Ben Els: I keep worryin' about Bunt. I guess I won't get a wink of sleep tonight.
Thomas A. Edison: Ah, Mr. Els, you shouldn't try to do two things at once. If you're gonna sleep, sleep. If you're gonna worry, why stay awake and make a good job of it.
Don Diego Vega: I must please ask you to change the subject. His Excellency objects to talk of throat-cutting.
Captain Esteban Pasquale: Quiet, you Popinjay! I have no reason to letting you live either.
Don Diego Vega: What a pleasant coincidence. I feel exactly the same way about you Capitan.
Captain Esteban Pasquale: You wouldn't care to translate that feeling into action would you?
Don Diego Vega: I might be tempted. If I had a weapon.
Captain Esteban Pasquale: Would you.
S. Quentin Quale: You love your brother, don't you?
Joseph Panello: No, but I'm used to him.
Ellen Wagstaff Arden aka Eve: Oh, by the way, how was my funeral?
Ma: Lovely. Doctor Blake preached a wonderful service.
Ellen Wagstaff Arden aka Eve: Oh, I wish I had been there.
Ffolliott: Who has he shot?
John Jones: Van Meer assassinated.
Ffolliott: Dead?
John Jones: Looked like it.
Ffolliott: Bad show.
John Jones: Couldn't be much worse from his point of view.
Schultz: Strange, and I always thought of you as an Aryan.
A Jewish barber: I'm a vegetarian.
Steve Banning: Those jackals are giving me goose pimples.
Babe Jenson: Aw they're giving me goose pimples on top of my goose pimples.
Michael Shayne: Hey, Steve, that brooch is as phony as a mother-in-law's kiss.
Danny O'Neill: It seems to me I smell a mouse.
Ellen Miller: Somewhere around the house.
Elmer Fudd: Doggone you, old, mean wabbit.