Junior: Why does this guy love me? Why does any parent love any kid? Maybe it's one of those answers we'll never know, like how high is up? Why is the sky blue? And whatever happened to Mrs. Healy?
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger: I know exactly what I'm gonna do.
Richard Rascal Moore: Oh God, Virg, if I have to hear one more word about that stupid restaurant.
Sgt. Virgil Hoogesteger: It's not stupid! At least I've got a plan! What are you gonna do after the war, huh?
Richard Rascal Moore: Come to your restaurant and rob it.
Reggie Hammond: Let me tell you something, Jack. If shit was worth something, poor people would be born with no asshole.
Detective John Kimble: I have a headache.
Lowell: It might be a tumor.
Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumor! It's not a tumor. At all.
Napoleon Stone: You are dancing around with a cheeseburger.
Myerson: And, I need protection, cause another guy got spiked last night, and this is serious shit, man!
E-4 Pilot: Win? I thought we were supposed to stop this thing.
David Ackerman: I'm going to blow that shit you call brains all over my partner here.
Nicholas: This guy's lying - he's a train robber.
Caulfield: What would I want with a train?
Colonel Scot McCoy: My turn to teach.
Pilot: Lieutenant, you guys are incredible. Thank you.
Curran: There's no reason to thank us because we don't exist. You never saw us. This never happened.
Hawkins: One more thing: you're welcome.
Turkell: It must be visiting hours, 'cause my friend is back.
Cody: I'm going in there to waste some teachers - are you with me?
Justin: Don't you ever run away from me.
Bob the Turk: I warn you, do not make me do something that I would not do, unless someone made me do it because they didn't do something someone told them to do.
Gus Cardinale: Don't worry Bob, I would never do something to make someone do something to someone, because that someone didn't do something that someone wanted them to do.
Bob the Turk: I'm glad we understand each other.
Gus Cardinale: ...Me too.
Red Skull: Assassination isn't worth the trouble. It took me two years to find Sirhan. Three to find Oswald. The King job alone cost me over twenty million dollars. What do we get for our pains? Saints. Martyrs to the cause.
Huey Walker: You know, Buckner, if it hadn't've been for you, I'd be in a warm cell right now.
John Buckner: Yeah, being beaten by a nice, warm, rubber hose.
Brad Little: Mr. Preston, this operation will be a failure if we all die.
Rick Jarmin: What the hell are you doing here?
Marianne Graves: Me? What the hell are you doing here?
Rick Jarmin: Being shot in the butt.