Honoria: I say that if a woman can only have power through a man, then let it be with the most powerful man she can find.
Jack Harper: Good people has to die too, Tru.
Baron Harkonnen: And so it begins. The trap is set. The prey approaches. A glorious winter is about to descend on House Atreides and all its heirs, and very soon, the years of humiliation visited upon my family will finally be avenged.
Dio Brando: Kono Dio da... It is I, Dio.
Narrator: You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. You are entering the Twilight Zone.
Ken: You will bow before me.
Takeru "T.K." Takashi: Sorry, the floor's kind of dirty.
Charles Finster Sr.: When I was a kid, Christmas was always kind of disappointing. The best gift I ever got was a rubber glove and a tongue depressor.
Greef Karga: He missed!
The Mandalorian: He won't next time.
Cara Dune: Our blasters are useless against him.
Greef Karga: Hey, let's make the baby to the magic hand thing. Come on, baby! [Waving his fingers] Do the magic hand thing. [The Child coos.] I'm out of ideas.
Chapter 7: In the Name of Honor - S1-E7
Cad Bane: I'm here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.
Boba Fett: I don't negotiate with gutless murderers.
Cad Bane: If that's not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.
Slartibartfast: I'd much rather be happy than right, any day.
Arthur Dent: And are you?
Slartibartfast: No. That's where it all breaks down, of course.
R. Dorothy Wayneright: You're a louse, Roger Smith.
Roger Smith: Well, that's a first. I'm used to human women saying that to me.
Kelly Robinson: Don't you ever bring a silencer?
Alexander Scott: Ruins the line of my suit.
Kelly Robinson: Mine too.
Keely Teslow: She's in Indonesia.
Phil Diffy: You have your latitude and longitude mixed up. She's next to Kid Rock and Ricki Lake.
Keely Teslow: I know a shortcut through Tiger Woods.
Max Keller: Don't worry, I won't leave this bar through the window.
Vasco Rodrigues: Listen to me, you whore-gutted, pock-marked, motherless scum... I need a favor.
Commander Adama: Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Baltar: Possibly a Cylon welcoming commitee.
Commander Adama: Sir, may I suggest we launch a 'welcoming commitee' of our own?