Grandpa Joe: Mr. Wonka! I don't know if you remember me, but I used to work here in the factory.
Willy Wonka: Were you one of those despicable spies who everyday tried to steal my life's work and sell it to those parasitic copycat candy making cads?
Grandpa Joe: No, sir.
Willy Wonka: Then wonderful, welcome back.
Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody! What are you doing?
Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Teaching.
Professor McGonagall: Is... Is that a student?
Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: Technically it's a ferret.
Sharkboy: Usually, if you snooze, you lose. With Max, you snooze, you win.
Susan Pevensie: Lucy thinks she's found a magical land...
Professor Kirke: Hmmm.
Susan Pevensie: In the upstairs wardrobe.
Professor Kirke: What? What did you say?
Peter Pevensie: Our sister... She thinks she's found a wood...
Professor Kirke: What was it like?
Susan Pevensie: Like talking to a lunatic...
Professor Kirke: No, no, not her, the wood!
Susan Pevensie: You don't mean you believe her?
Professor Kirke: And you don't?
[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up in the bunvac.]
Lord Victor Quartermaine: I want...toupee, please.
Wallace: Oh, grand. We take cheques or cash.
Lord Victor Quartermaine: Toupee, you idiot. My hair is in your machine.
Wallace: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare I think you'll find is a much larger mammal.
Mike Ditka: Coffee is the lifeblood that fuels the dreams of champions.
Private: Skipper, should we tell them the ship is out of gas?
Skipper: Nah. Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.
Barkis Bittern: Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
Great Aunt Adelaide: Incest.
Mr. Woolensworth: Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: She.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: They.
Students: Baa.
Mr. Woolensworth: We.
Students: Baa.
Stitch: Stitch not bad. Stitch fluffy.
Maggie Peyton: What's really your problem with me racing?
Ray Peyton Sr.: 'Cause you're the spittin' image of your mom... and... I can't lose her twice.
Winnie the Pooh: The heffalump ate my honey. Well actually, I did, but it made me do it.
Tom Baker: What do you do for a living Eliot?
Eliot: Well... I'm in 8th grade.
Red: What big ears you have.
The Wolf: All the better to hear your many criticisms.
Reggie: I see buckets of dead relatives! Extra crispy! Extra crispy.
Fender : Welcome to Robot City. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. And if you can't make it there, welcome to the club.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.