Jerry Webster: Okay, so I've sewn a few wild oats.
Carol Templeton: A few? You could qualify for a farm loan.
Wilma Dean: Didn't you ever feel that way about Dad?
Mrs. Loomis: Your father never laid a hand on me until we were married. Then I... I just gave in because a wife has to. A woman doesn't enjoy those things the way a man does. She just lets her husband come near her in order to have children.
Father Matthew Doonan: I'll bet you were a sweet little altar boy.
Harry: Weren't we all?
Radio Reporter: We're waiting at Battersea. Waiting. Hoping. Praying for a miracle. The entire electricity of all industrial London has been diverted to the wires surrounding the small animal's enclosure. Will it be enough? Will it be enough to stop the huge beast? Will the miracle be granted? Or will it be yet another of man's puny efforts to oppose this irresistible force of ancient nature?
Johnny Cabot: I like a messy bed.
Kit Tilden: It's strange - I feel I know better than any man I've ever known, but I hardly know you at all.
