Ebenezer: Bob, I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them.
Rose Sayer: Dear Lord, We've come to the end of our journey, and in a little while we'll stand before you. I pray for you to be merciful. Judge us not for our weaknesses, but for our love and open the doors of heaven for Charlie and me.
Mad Hatter: What's the matter my dear, don't you care for tea?
Alice: Why, yes. I'm very fond of tea.
March Hare: If you don't care for tea, you could at least make polite conversation.
Bruno Anthony: I have a theory that you should do everything before you die.
Ellen McNulty: When you stop worrying, you'll be dead.
Yosemite Sam: That consarn idjit rabbit bit me nose.
Ned "Scotty" Scott: Dr. Carrington, you're a man who won the Nobel Prize. You've received every kind of international kudos a scientist can attain. If you were for sale I could get a million bucks for you from any foreign government. I'm not, therefore, gonna stick my neck out and say you're stuffed absolutely clean full of wild blueberry muffins, but I promise my readers are gonna think so.
Jerry Mulligan: I never touch a guy unless I've known him at least fifteen minutes.
Angela: Men are so disgustingly prompt. I think they do it just to put us women in a bad light.
Ens. Caldwell: Gee, that's the first time I ever saw a sub get knocked off.
Stanley: Hey, STELLA!
Bill Porter: Wives, dogs, and chestnut trees - the more you beat 'em the better they be.
Neighbor: Ah, Holland, heh heh, the man of millions! What'd you get away with today? Got any spare ingots for an old pal? Ha ha, you'll be the death of me, Holland.
Henry Holland: I sincerely trust so.
Field Marshal Keitel: Have you any better suggestions?
Field Marshal Gerd von Runstedt: Yes, one very much better. Make peace, you idiot.
Dr. Emery Bronson: If our calculations prove to be correct, this will be the most frightening discovery of all time.
Lt. Crystal: Signal from the lookout, sir. Natividad's gone about - one more tack and she'll be at the harbor mouth.
Capt. Horatio Hornblower, R.N: Very good, Mr. Crystal. Well, gentlemen, that leaves time for a rubber of whist.
Sir John Kierlaw: Now. Some fool has invented an indestructible cloth. Where is he? How much does he want?
Junyer Bear: When the nasty old Bogeyman fills me with fears / And my little old pinafore is all wet with tears / And my cute little pug nose is all red from crying / Who is it that saves me and keeps me from dying? / My Pa! / When my little pink cheeks are pale with fright / Who is it that lifts me and holds me tight / And says, "There, there, little man. Everything is all right"? / My Pa.
Maj. Daniel Xavier Kirby: Are we all buttoned up?
Joan Kirby: Cat's out... doors locked. All secure sir.