General Graycliffe: A child with a stick of chewing gum has just rendered your hundred million dollars of hardware useless.
Luis Molina: The nicest thing about feeling happy is that you think you'll never be unhappy again.
Sister Agnes: I don't understand what you're talking about. You want to talk about the baby, everbody wants to talk about the baby. But, I never saw the baby. So I can't talk about the baby, because I don't believe in the baby.
Gene Harbrough: You may not be the biggest stud, Jonathan. But, at least you have a family.
Jonathan Bellah: You can have my brother.
Janey: Do you have a date or something?
Lynne: No I wish, I just know I must be horny.
Wicket: Star Cruiser Crash Crash.
Dogati: No more Wagner.
Kevin: Tough day on the right wing, Dear?
David Howard: Weren't you scared? What were you talking about?
Linda Howard: Oh, God. I - He was telling me his whole life story. He was divorced. He got kicked out of the Army. He couldn't keep the job. Do you know he escaped from prison?
David Howard: What did he do?
Linda Howard: Well, to hear him tell it, he says those two guys were dead when he got there.
David Howard: Oh, God.
Clark Griswold: There's Buckingham Palace, kids. That's where the Queen lives and works.
Audrey Griswold: Works? What does she do, Dad?
Clark Griswold: She queens... and vacuums.
Liza Chamberlain: Cody, do you cook?
Cody Abilene: Not much.
Liza Chamberlain: Well, what do you usually make for dinner?
Cody Abilene: Reservations.
Harry: You're a real woman of the world, kid.
Gib: Sorry I'm late. There was this big problem... and I'm late because of it.
Mombi III: Not beautiful you understand, but you have a certain prettiness, different from my other heads. I believe I'll lock you in the tower for a few years until your head is ready. And then I'll take it.
Dorothy: I believe you will NOT!
Rankin: Let me tell you where you assholes stand. First there's God, then the warden, then my guards, then the dogs out there in the kennel, and finally, you. Pieces of human waste. No good to yourselves or anybody else.
Inspector Japp: Poirot, please, before I grow old, retire, and move to Brighton, who is it?
Ruth Lanier: I was reading about the stars. Talked about how the stars are the eyes of god. I think it's true, don't you?
Richard Chance: No, I don't.
Bobby: I got it covered.
Brennan: Hey Sarge! You know how a Camacho's like a cue ball? Cause the harder you hit 'em, the better their English gets.
Charley Pegler: Upon watching his infield screw up a simple three-base toss during practice: "Great! That's great! Tinker to Evers to Shit!"