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.
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.
Sister: It's Matron's round.
Percy Hickson: Mine's a pint.
Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
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?
Sidney 'Pop' Larkin: A gentleman always feels better after a little outing.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: We'll observe one minute of silence in memory of a great scientist, even if he was a blasted thief.
Mr. Brown: Don't worry about the way the world's run, lad. Enjoy it while you're young.
Benson Thacker: I have nothing against negroes, Ralph.
Ralph Burton: That's white of you.