Sam McCord: George, a wonderful thing about Alaska is that matrimony hasn't hit up here yet. Let's keep it a free country.
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.
Gracchus: This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl to put it politely.
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.
The Supreme: You are from a nation of speaking people. How glorious that must be! Our society is less fortunate.
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.
Sam: We all voted for you three times.
Matthew Harrison Brady: I trust it was in three separate elections! I just wish one thing, that you'd not given us quite so warm a welcome.
Talking Rings: My name is of no consequence. The important thing you should know, is that I am the last who remembers how each of us, man and woman made his own decision. Some chose to take refuge in the great caverns, and find a new way of life far below the earth's surface. The rest of us decided to take our chances in the sunlight. Small as those chances might be.
Gloria Wandrous: I spent the night with Steve's girlfriend, Norma.
Mrs. Wandrous: Ah, isn't that nice! She knows a boy whose girlfriend is that unselfish.
Mrs. Fanny Thurber: That's a girl who won't have a boyfriend long.
Gloria Wandrous: A compliment from you, Mrs. Thurber?
Mrs. Fanny Thurber: I must have said it wrong.
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.