Evelyn Greenslade: I don't know why I tell you anything.
Muriel Donnelly: Because I'm older and wiser.
Evelyn Greenslade: Nineteen days older.
Muriel Donnelly: That's the entire lifespan of a wasp.
Mike Conlon: They should have locked you up a long time ago. Made you pay for the things you did.
Jimmy Conlon: Just because I'm not behind bars doesn't mean I'm not paying for what I did, Michael.
Violet Miller: You want me to respect the law? Then make the law respectable.
Margo: It's a shame, don't you think? All the strings inside him broke.
Cinderella: It was my mother's old dress.
Lady Tremaine: It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.
Mrs. Munro: Your dad hated what he did for a living. Mechanic in a garage, like his dad before him. When he got called up, he said to me, "My love, I'll not spend this war "underneath the oil pan of some toff's jeep. "I'm gonna put in for the RAF." So he did. He trained. Scored high marks, got assigned to a Bristol Blenheim, Mark IV. Blown out of the sky. First time up. All his mates who worked the motor pool came home without a scratch.
Maria Altmann: If I'm going back, I might as well do it in style.
Charlotte: You know, you look much better without your clothes on. You're lucky. Not many people do.
Cyrus Kinnick: Guess you haven't liked Vegas much, huh?
Nick Wild: You're not supposed to like Vegas. It's just this creeping virus that people catch sometimes.
G.H. Hardy: There are no proofs nor underlying laws that can determine the outcome of matters of the heart. Of that I'm sure.
Officer Flynn: You threatening me, Bulger?
Whitey Bulger: The last thing I would do if I was planning to harm you was to warn you in advance, you dumb fuck.
Officer Flynn: You better watch yourself, Bulger.
Whitey Bulger: You better fuck yourself, Flynn.
Carson Welch: The future isn't just something that happens. It's a brutal force with a great sense of humor that will steamroll you if you're not watching.
Old Thomas Nickerson: Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.
Lily: You're the ogre.
Adam Jones: Yes. But I bake great cakes.
Georg Elser: If humanity isn't free, everything dies with it.