Agnes Carpenter: Karen, you're not eating. You look too thin, if you ask me.
Karen Carpenter: Mother, how can anybody be too thin?
Investigator Fujitsuka Natsuo: I tell you rest on need-to-know basis
Detective Tony Costas: Need to know? I tell you what I need to know, I need to know why I shouldn't put my foot up your ass!
Investigator Fujitsuka Natsuo: Reason very simple. Most uncomfortable position for both parties. (00:42:15)
Jim Court: You're not a permanent part of her life. You're a distraction.
Lloyd Dobler: I'm the distraction that's going with her to England, sir.
Rennie: There is a maniac trying to kill us.
Waitress: Welcome to New York.
Tina Trac: How did you get to be so cynical?
Brian Kelly: Practice.
King Henry V: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Marylou Summers: The Devil was a werewolf... Wow, that's incredible.
Mayor: Oh, crapola.
Coventry: You're talking about changing the past, and I know damn well we can't change the past! It catches up to us, and changes us.
Louise Baltimore: Well, we haven't changed much. We're all still dying, this place still stinks, and you are still as ugly as ever.
Snyder: I did everything by the book, I followed my orders.
Dr. Diane Norris: Get my kit.
Mary Fisher: What's the matter with your clothes?
Nicolette: You did the laundry.
Putnam: All right, I'm looking for a couple of kids. This one's a mental case, have you seen them?
Pinball Teen: Does he dress like you?
Putnam: No.
Pinball Teen: Then he can't be too much of a case, all right?
Kate: Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?
Koster: Alright you bunch of pussies! I'm back and I'm kicking ass.
Col. Jason Grant: Oh, Christ. That's what we are - spare parts.
Alexandra Page: I didn't even read the questions, I just took a number 2 pencil and filled in the bubbles as fast as I could.
Christopher Wooden: What did you put for sex?
Alexandra Page: Occasionally.
Det. Sherman: Think you could go for a babe with a dick?
Det. Frank Keller: Depends on her personality, really.
Capt. Hill: You couldn't let it rest, could you? You had to push it?
Eriksson: Go to hell. SIR.
Dr. Rachel Woodruff: And now, now I just wonder about some of these brilliant doctors of mine, you know, with their minds for medicine and their hearts for, what, real estate. You know, I wonder what they'd say to some lonely terrified patient, who grabs their hand and says, "Can you explain this to me? Can you help me accept this? Can you at least sit with me so I don't feel so alone?" Well, I bet they don't say anything because I didn't teach them to.
Beth: You can't walk... and you're getting worse.
Martin Brundle: I'm getting...better.