Alan Shore: Let me tell me two things about myself. I too am a lawyer, I can be painfully vindictive, and I do not play fair.
Lester Tremont: That's three things.
Alan Shore: See? Not playing fair already. And I'm just getting started.
Chelina Hall: God, the last time I saw you...
Alan Shore: I believe it was a Sunday, then I was taken off the air, you went off to do movies, I got switched to Tuesdays and...
Chelina Hall: Here we are, with old footage.
Denny Crane: Nobody gets away with calling Denny Crane a terrorist!
Alan Shore: What would you like me to do?
Denny Crane: Perfect world? We blow 'em up.
James Ballard: You had sex with all those men in cars? Only in cars?
Helen Remington: Yes. I didn't plan it that way.
James Ballard: Did you fantasize that Vaughan was photographing all these sex acts as though they were traffic accidents?
Helen Remington: Yes. They felt like traffic accidents.
James Ballard: After being bombarded endlessly by road safety propaganda, almost a relief to have found myself in an actual accident.
James Ballard: Do you see Kennedy's assassination as a special kind of car crash?
Vaughan: The case could be made.
Vaughan: I've always wanted to drive a crashed car.
James Ballard: You could get your wish at any moment.
Vaughan: No, I mean a crashed car with a history. Camus' Facel Vega, Nathaniel West's station wagon, Grace Kelly's Rover 3500. Just fix it enough to get it rolling. Don't clean it, don't touch anything else.
Stevenson Lowe: So what went wrong?
Lily Marlowe: Well, Max has his faults. There were many women to whom he was not, shall we say, indifferent.
Stevenson Lowe: But you knew that, I mean, you knew that.
Lily Marlowe: I thought it would pass. I think it's a sad loss that men have such an aptitude for love coupled with such an inability for managing it properly.
Rip: This is not recess. Everyone is accountable.
Rip: Julian, who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You're a junkie.
Mr. Richards: I've put my future in the hands of a vegetable.
Felix: You suspect pilferage, sir? I'd be happy to strip-search him.
Mr. Richards: You people that work at night scare me.
Mr. Richards: You people that work at night scare me.
E. Edward Grey: Why do you cut yourself, Lee?
Lee: I don't know.
E. Edward Grey: Is it that sometimes the pain inside has to come to the surface, and when you see evidence of the pain inside you finally know you're really here? Then, when you watch the wound heal, it's comforting... Isn't it?
Lee: I... That's a way to put it.
E. Edward Grey: Do you really wanna be my secretary?
Lee: Yes, I do.
E. Edward Grey: This isn't just about typos, tapes, staples and pencils, is it, Lee?
Lee: No, Sir.
E. Edward Grey: What?
Lee: No, Sir!
Dr. Daniel Jackson: I smell like a yak.
Dr. Daniel Jackson: I don't wanna die. Your men don't wanna die. And, these people don't wanna die. It's a shame you're in such a hurry to.
Colonel Jonathan Jack O'Neil: Your job here is to realign the Stargate. Can you do that or not?
Dr. Daniel Jackson: I can't.
Stuart Hiller: Can you fix it?
Morgan Hiller: Yeah, as soon as I learn how to walk on water, I'll get right on it, Dad.
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