Quintus Arrius: Your eyes are full of hate, forty-one. That's good. Hate keeps a man alive. It gives him strength.
John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.
[Roger Thornhill's matchbook carries the initials RoT.]
Eve Kendall: What does the O stand for?
Roger Thornhill: Oh, nothing.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sugar: Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: Your entire presence is a constant criticism of me. I'm tired of it, I've had enough.
Carla Goetabaug: You've had enough! Well, let me tell you, you... you dried up walnut of a man, if anyone's had enough, it's me.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: It's I.
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.
Eros: You know, it's an interesting think when you consider... the Earth people, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot: the dead. Well... our ship should be regenerated. We better get started.
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?
Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
Anne Frank: I want to go on living even after I'm dead.
Dr. Radford Baines: Hematoxic syndrome - it must be hematoxic syndrome.
Showgirl: So, honeychile, you had a mammy.
Sarah Jane: Yes. All my life.
Sister: It's Matron's round.
Percy Hickson: Mine's a pint.
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.
Poacher: I've seen the likes tonight that mortal eyes shouldn't look at.
Irish Customer: You've been around to Molly Grady's again.
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.