George: You take the trouble to construct a civilization, to build a society based on the principles of... of principle. You make government and art and realise that they are, must be, both the same. You bring things to the saddest of all points, to the point where there is something to lose. Then, all at once, through all the music, through all the sensible sounds of men building, attempting, comes the Dies Irae. And what is it? What does the trumpet sound? Up yours.
Cook: Water! Thirsty! Sick man.
Alva Starr: New Orleans is certainly not a place where a person needs to feel the pain of separation for long.
Coco Duquette: I hate you for what you're doing to him.
Julian Wall: Your way didn't work.
Coco Duquette: You stick to your television programs. And I'll stick to mine.
Aldo Vanucci: Aagghh! If only I could steal enough to become an honest man.
Col. Mathieu: Should we remain in Algeria? If you answer "yes," then you must accept all the necessary consequences.
Lew Harper: The bottom is loaded with nice people, Albert. Only cream and bastards rise.
Lily: The whole thing sounds underhanded, disgraceful and messy, and you can count on me.
Charles Kent: Guess who?
Diana Kent: Horace Peabody.
Charles Kent: Right first try.
Diana Kent: Did you enjoy your port, cigars and man's talk?
Charles Kent: No, not very much, but then, you know, it takes female company for me to sh... who's Horace Peabody?
Diana Kent: An old beau of mine. Before your time, darling.
Charles Kent: There was no before my time. You were a schoolgirl in pigtails.
Diana Kent: Even schoolgirls have their moments.
Mr. Cramden: Flint, the world's in trouble.
Derek Flint: Well, it usually is, but it manages to extricate itself without my help.