Hondo Lane: You baked today. Smell fresh bread on you. And top of that you smell all over like a woman, rich and warm and soft. I could find you in the dark Mrs. Lowe.
Calamity Jane: Excitement? Why, I got more arrows in the back of that coach than a porcupine has got stickers.
Princess Ann: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to.
Joe Bradley: Like what?
Princess Ann: Oh, you can't imagine. I-I'd do just whatever I liked all day long.
Joe Starrett: What do you make of him?
Shane: He's no cowpuncher.
Dr Clayton Forrester: We prayed for a miracle.
Peter Pan: Don't you understand, Tink? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world.
Diana: Then all the tales I've heard of you are true.
Marcellus Gallio: Every man makes enemies.
Diana: All your enemies seem to be women.
Loco Dempsey: You don't think he's a little old?
Schatze Page: Wealthy men are never old.
Narrator: Give this man satin undies, a dress, a sweater and a skirt, or even the lounging outfit he has on, and he's the happiest individual in the world. He can work better, think better, he can play better, and he can be more of a credit to his community and his government because he is happy.
Capt. Dooley: Tell them we're in a jam. Loosen up and lose some altitude. We're turning North West until we run out of gas.
Pilot: But if we go North West Captain, we'll fly right off the map. It says "unchartered" up that way.
George Loomis: Too bad, they can't play it for you now, Rose.
Pete: How would you feel if somebody with a crazy helmet with pipes sticking out of it came at you in the dark? And look, I know this sounds... sounds crazy, but there wasn't any head in that helmet.
Lt. Bowers: No head. No head at all?
Pete: It's the truth.
Lt. Bowers: I think you need some coffee.
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: Are you wondering whether I'm a witch?
Tommy: Aged 11: Suppose you are a witch?
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: Suppose I am.
Tommy: Aged 11: Would you do a guy a favor?
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: I've been waiting for twenty years to give a guy a favor.
Ernie Driscoll: There are worse things than murder. You can kill someone an inch at a time.