The Creature: I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
George: Excuse me, sir, can I help you? Oh, Mr. Swinton, I didn't recognize you.
Stewart: I'm here to see Miss Alden, George.
George: Well, I'm afraid I'll have to call. May I ask your business with Miss Alden?
Stewart: My business is pleasure, George. Does she look like the fuck of the decade or what?
The Shadow: The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
John Trent: Never, Never, Never... throw chips at a driver.
Francesco Dellamorte: You'll see, Franco. Mara is going to get tired of you. Cinzia will grow up to hate you. And then you'll be free. Free to see what the rest of the world looks like.
Franco: Mmm. What do you think the rest of the world looks like?
Francesco Dellamorte: The rest of the world?
Franco: Mmm-hmm.
Francesco Dellamorte: Mmm. Who knows if the rest of the world even exists?
Heather: Barry, I saw you, you were kissing her.
Barry: Once, I kissed her once! God, it's like I can't talk to my friends anymore, I can't believe how posessive you are.
Heather: Oh right, I guess that's why you were feeling her up?
Barry: Look, guys need sex. It's bad for you if you get all worked up and then not get it, you can get "prostrate" cancer. Is that what you want?
Johnny McFarley: Hey Peaches, want some ribs?
Lestat: Claudia. You've been a very, very naughty little girl.