Quintus Arrius: Your eyes are full of hate, forty-one. That's good. Hate keeps a man alive. It gives him strength.
Adm. Bridie: Would you have a glass of sherry - with an old man?
Lt. Hosgood (Bridie's secretary): No, sir. But, I would very much like to have one with you, sir.
John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.
Sugar: Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Anne Frank: You know what I do when I think I can't stand another minute cooped up? I think myself outside.
Annie: How do you tell a child that she was born to be hurt?
Frederick Loren: What husband hasn't wanted to kill his wife at some time during their marriage?
Sylvia Hunter: I'm perfectly willing to come to you whenever you want.
Ken Jorgenson: All summer?
Sylvia Hunter: All summer.
Ken Jorgenson: What about the winter? All the winters... all our lives?
Earl Slater: What you doin' with such a big ol' dog in New York?
Dave Burke: Never had a wife.
Benson Thacker: I have nothing against negroes, Ralph.
Ralph Burton: That's white of you.
Parnell Emmett McCarthy: The lieutenant goes to Quill's place and plugs Mr. Quill about five times, which causes Mr. Quill to promptly die of lead poisoning.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Danny, do you know anything about this guy, Regas?
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: Well... He's supposed to be in shipping, but I think he's an opium smuggler in wolf's clothing.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: What about Carla Vesari? She's quite a crock of curry.
Joan Dickinson: How do you want to handle this? Pleasant or unpleasant?
Carson, Construction Worker: What's the matter? Late for tea?
Joan Dickinson: All right. Unpleasant.
Rene: Bonjour, Madam.
Man in Street: Little devil.
Mr. Brown: Don't worry about the way the world's run, lad. Enjoy it while you're young.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: They told me why you're taking the boy to Santa Cruz.
Ben Brigade: Did they?
Mrs. Carrie Lane: They'll hang him, won't they?
Ben Brigade: Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: He's so young.
Ben Brigade: He killed a man.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: It doesn't bother you, bringing him in, I mean.
Ben Brigade: No, ma'am.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: You just don't seem the kind that would hunt a man for money.
Ben Brigade: I am.
Craig Belden: You're leavin' on the next train. I own the sheriff! I own this town! I own every man in it! You're leavin' on the next train, Matt.
Marshal Matt Morgan: All right, Craig. The last train leaves at 9:00. I'll be on it... but there'll be two men with me, and one of them'll have a cut on his cheek.
Lt. J.g. Kenneth M. Braden: How come they call you Weary?
Weary: That's my name.
Lt. J.g. Kenneth M. Braden: Nickname?
Weary: No, sir, my real name. I'm the youngest of 13 children. I guess when I was born, my mother couldn't think of another name.