Quintus Arrius: Your eyes are full of hate, forty-one. That's good. Hate keeps a man alive. It gives him strength.
Lt. Cmdr Matt T. Serman: Sir, Sea Tiger was built to fight. She deserves a better epitaph than 'Commissioned 1940, sunk 1941, engagements none, shots fired none.' Now, you can't let it go that way. That's like a beautiful woman dying an old maid, if you know what I mean by old maid.
Capt. J.B. Henderson: Did you ever sell used cars?
Lt. Cmdr. Matt T.Sherman: No, Sir.
Capt. J.B. Henderson: I've got a hunch you missed your calling.
[Roger Thornhill's matchbook carries the initials RoT.]
Eve Kendall: What does the O stand for?
Roger Thornhill: Oh, nothing.
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.
Jan: Mr. Allen, this may come as a surprise to you, but there are some men who don't end every sentence with a proposition.
Major Kendall: I don't understand a man like Miles giving up that easily.
Col. John Marlowe: Maybe losing that arm took some of the fight out of him.
Major Kendall: No... the man I knew could lose both arms and still try to kick you to death.
Anne Frank: I want to go on living even after I'm dead.
Showgirl: So, honeychile, you had a mammy.
Sarah Jane: Yes. All my life.
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?
Dr. Radford Baines: Hematoxic syndrome - it must be hematoxic syndrome.
Sister: It's Matron's round.
Percy Hickson: Mine's a pint.
Count Saknussem: I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
Colonel Tom Edwards: For a time we tried to contact them by radio but no response. Then they attacked a town, a small town I'll admit, but never the less a town of people, people who died."
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no-one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
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.
Fred Kite: I've got to be off. I can't stay here arguing. I've got a lot to do. Report to the Executive, check up on the pickets.
Mrs. Kite: From what I can see, the only time you ever jolly well do any work is when you're on strike.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: In my report I shall state that death was caused by a stunning blow followed by severe laceration and hemorrhage.
Lt. Andy Anderson: In plain English, he didn't know what hit him.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: Oh he knew, but he didn't have time to think about it.