Louis Mazzini: How happy could I be with either, were t'other dear charmer away.
Captain Nathan Brittles: Give 'em a wide berth. Mr Cohill, past Sudrow's Wells by way of Twin Forks.
Lt. Flint Cohill: We'll lose half a day, sir.
2nd Lt. Ross Penell: The ladies will miss their stage, sir.
Captain Nathan Brittles: Would you rather have them miss their scalps, sir?
Harry Lime: What did you want me to do? Be reasonable. You didn't expect me to give myself up... 'It's a far, far better thing that I do.' The old limelight. The fall of the curtain. Oh, Holly, you and I aren't heroes. The world doesn't make any heroes outside of your stories.
Charley Enley Kyng: Too much tension... it's always coming to bat with the bases loaded.
Police Inspector Nakajima: Bad luck either makes a man or destroys him. Are you gonna let it destroy you? Depending how you take it, bad luck can be a big break.
Sgt. Stryker: You gotta learn right and you gotta learn fast. And any man that doesn't want to cooperate, I'll make him wish he had never been born.
Claire Huddesen: You oughta feel proud that three sailors from the United States Navy got off the ship for one day, and what did they do? Were they thirsty for hard liquor? No. They were thirsty for culture. Were they running after girls? No. They came running to the museum to see your dinosaur. For months out at sea they were dreaming about your dinosaur.
Monty Stratton: Honey, do you know there's a tailor in Chicago that gives a suit of clothes away to any ballplayer that hits the scoreboard in center field? As of yesterday the New York Yankees are the best dressed team in baseball.
Samson: Your arms were quicksand. Your kiss was death. The name Delilah will be an everlasting curse on the lips of men.
Sadie Burke: How'd you get him here? He was out stiff.
Jack Burden: A hair of the dog that bit him.
Sadie Burke: Hair? He must've swallowed the dog.
Mike Johnson: I don't want any sardines. I'm not throwing a bare turkey on the stage.
Chorus: Who's that walking down the street?
Narrator: Are those shovels, or are they feet?
Daffy Duck: Why the copious flow of lachrymal fluid, my garrulous canine?
Amy: How was I dressed when we had all that money?
Jo March: In diapers.
Bugs: Of course you know, this means WAR.
Pepe Le Pew: I am ze locksmith of love, no?
Colin Craven: You don't even care how I won't live to grow up.
Mary Lennox: Stop it. You'll live as long as I will. You just say that to make people feel sorry for you and do what you say.
Colin Craven: Don't you dare say that! Don't you dare say how I won't die.
Mary Lennox: Why, you're proud of it. It makes you feel important.
Amanda Bonner: And after you shot your husband... how did you feel?
Doris Attinger: Hungry.
Harry Kane: What'll you do if he does strike it rich?
Cynthy Waters: I don't know.
Harry Kane: I don't remember if it was Shakespeare or Aristotle, but one of them once said, "No one loves the man who he fears."
Announcer: The dogs are going into their starting boxes. Now they're on edge for this race. Bill's Bunion looks a little sore. Pneumatic Tire's rounding into shape. Father's Moustache looks a little droopy. Motorman's Glove will have a hand in it. Bride's Biscuit is hard as a rock. Grandpa's Folly is out of it. He's being scratched.