Henry Drummond: As long as the prerequisite for that shining paradise is ignorance, bigotry and hate, I say the hell with it.
Chamlee: I don't like it, no sir. I've always treated every man the same: just as another, future customer.
Henry: Well in that case, get that hearse rolling.
Chamlee: I can't, my driver's quit.
Robert: He's prejudiced too, huh?
Chamlee: Well, when it comes to a chance of getting his head blown off, he's downright bigoted.
Jim Bowie: I'd hate to say anything good about that long-winded jackanapes, but he does know the short way to start a war.
Arthur Seaton: Mam called me barmy when I told her I fell of a gasometer for a bet. But I'm not barmy, I'm a fighting pit prop that wants a pint of beer, that's me. But if any knowing bastard says that's me I'll tell them I'm a dynamite dealer waiting to blow the factory to kingdom come. I'm me and nobody else. Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not because they don't know a bloody thing about me! God knows what I am.
Challenger: Ah, Professor George H. Challenger and his lost world! Have you got your camera, Malone? I think a photo is in order.
Malone: You're quite right, Professor.
[Snaps a picture of Jennifer Holmes.]
Challenger: Reporters!
Spartacus: And maybe there's no peace in this world, for us or for anyone else, I don't know. But I do know that, as long as we live, we must remain true to ourselves.
Tuggle Carpenter: Girls like me weren't built to be educated. We were made to have children. That's my ambition: to be a walking, talking baby factory. Legal, of course. And with union labor.
Sam McCord: George, a wonderful thing about Alaska is that matrimony hasn't hit up here yet. Let's keep it a free country.
Reverend Paul Ford: We looked for the good in them, and we found it, didn't we?
J.D. Sheldrake: Ya know, you see a girl a couple of times a week, just for laughs, and right away they think you're gonna divorce your wife. Now I ask you, is that fair?
C.C. Baxter: No, sir, it's very unfair... Especially to your wife.
Sign in flower shop: Lots Plants Cheap.
Steiner: Don't be like me. Salvation doesn't lie within four walls. I'm too serious to be a dilettante and too much a dabbler to be a professional. Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.
The Supreme: You are from a nation of speaking people. How glorious that must be! Our society is less fortunate.
Michel Poiccard: Informers inform, burglars burgle, murderers murder, lovers love.
Lt. Rip Crandall: This hulk is commissioned? As what?
Ens. Tommy J. Hanson: It's unclassified, sir.
Lt. Rip Crandall: Uncla-? I can believe that.
Tom, the Bartender: Without her this place is dead. She's like catnip to every cat in town.
Victor Rhyall, Earl: Sellers, have you seen my bible?
Trevor Sellers, the Butler: I'm afraid I've got it. I wanted to look something up.
Victor Rhyall, Earl: First you borrow my times, now you pinch my bible. That's democracy running amok.
Trevor Sellers, the Butler: I'm extremely sorry, Mylord. I'll put it back beside your bed.
Victor Rhyall, Earl: Anyway, you should have a bible of your own.
Trevor Sellers, the Butler: Well, the one you're using is mine, Mylord.
Mrs. Stephens: Take me to your cinema.
A.C.N.S.: Good old hood, she'll get them.
Frank Rice: Cheer up love, life isn't as bad as all that, and even if it is, there's nothing we can do about it.