Sub Editor: We have two versions ready to go. If he wins, "Australian wonder horse beats the world."
News writer: And if he loses?
Sub Editor: "New Zealand horse fails in Mexico."
Jack Butler: Honey, you gave me some real good advice once, so let me give you some of my own. It's real easy to forget what's important, so don't."
Dane O'Neill: Mom, is this you? Oh, you were beautiful.
Meggie Cleary: Were? Oh the cruelty of youth.
Fiona 'Fee' Cleary: It was a lovely dress. Blue wasn't it?
Meggie Cleary: No, Mum, yours was blue.
Ralph de Bricassart: Meggie's dress was rose. "Ashes of Roses", it was called. And in it, she was the most beautiful thing any of us had ever seen.
Arnie Cunningham: Okay... show me.
Mary: You really wanna know what Norman's like?
Warren Toomey: Yeah.
Mary: Better than you'll ever be, fat boy.
Ross Webster: Congratulations, Gus, old buddy. You're going to go down in history as the man who killed Superman.
Doorman: Are you expected?
Tony Manero: To do what?
M: Remember, 007, you're on your own.
James Bond: Well, thank you, sir. That's a great comfort.
Col. F.E. Cochrane: You threatening me, Murphy?
Frank Murphy: No, I'm telling you. Back off.
Randy: That techno-rock you guys listen to is gutless.
Nigel Pennington-Smythe: What are you doing?
Illya Kuryakin: Trying to get an explosive cap out of my boot heel, so I can blast the pipe apart so we can get out of here.
Nigel Pennington-Smythe: Why would they put the explosive cap in your shoe? You'll never get it with us hanging by these handcuffs from the pipe. You'd think somebody would have thought of a better spot to put it.
Illya Kuryakin: Well, that's progress I guess?
Clifford Skridlow: Nothing can destroy the Doctor.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Found a culture, have you Rita? Found a better song to sing? No, you found a different song to sing, and on your lips it's shrill and hollow and tuneless.
Frank Ridgeway: Can I help you guys?
Sal Amato: Yeah, tell Tony Eddie and the Cruisers are here.
Little Enos: I'd like to kick your ass.
Buford T. Justice: You can't kick that high, cricket crotch.
Viking Lofgren: Hey, lipshitz.
Horowitz: The name is Horowitz, asshole.
Viking Lofgren: Horowitz asshole?
Paco Moreno: I heard it was lipshitz.
Viking Lofgren: Yeah, and if your lip shits, what's your asshole doin'?
Pete: Number 174. 631503.
Nick: Pete, I don't want her zip code.
Pete: It's her Social Security number, asshole. She works for you.
Sarah Bracknell: You're looking good.
Johnny Smith: Yeah, it's called the coma diet - lose weight while ya sleep.
Zura: The oxen are slow, but the earth is patient.
Man in Bar: Come on, damnit, we wanna hear a cluck.
Stroker Ace: Who gives a cluck?