John Lennon: We're gonna be big Stu, we're gonna be too big for Liverpool, we're gonna be too big for Hamburg, we're gonna be too big for our own bloody good.
Corelli: The other night when you were dancing the way you were moving the turn of your head. I thought I could watch you forever.
Pelagia: You think you can come here and turn my whole world upside down?
Mrs. Sawyer: Am I a bad mother if I hope she doesn't get it?
Mr. Sawyer: Don't ask me. I was against this from the start.
Lynne: Velcro. Next to the Walkman and Tab it is the coolest invention of the 20th century.
Les: Du Jour means seat belts. Du Jour means crash positions.
Vienna Hotel Concierge: Oh, Good afternoon Mr. Bond. You will need your usual suite?
James Bond: Not tonight, Heinz. Something with a second bedroom.
Vienna Hotel Concierge: Yes, sir. Shall I have some Vodka martinis sent up?
James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.
Walter: What has Max got that I haven't got?
Anna: Walls.
Cecil Parkes: No one's ever been mad enough to attempt the Rach Three.
David: Am I mad enough, professor? Am I?
Curt Wild: Listen, a real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them, OK?
The Dealer - Mrs. Clover: That hearse is still outside, go away, go away.
Daisy Clover: Oh it's going away all right Old Chap, with me in it.
Ted Webb: I ain't ever gonna see you again.
Loretta Lynn: Yes you will, daddy.
Ted Webb: Maybe, but I ain't never gonna see my little girl again.
Felicia: Oh, you can't do that with a ping-pong ball.
Bernadette: Do you wanna bet?
Max Bialystock: Leo, he who hesitates is poor.
Warhol PR: Andy Warhol is art. We must ask ourselves, does Andy imitate life or does life imitate Andy?
Ludwig van Beethoven: It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: My music... they started without me.
Frank Baker: I'm sorry. I'm a bit wound up.
Jack Baker: Frank, you're a fucking alarm clock.
Lady Pearl: All I remember, the next few days was us just lookin' at that TV set and seein' that great fat-bellied sheriff sayin' 'Ruby, you son of a bitch.' And Oswald. And her in her little pink suit.