Sheriff J. P. Harrah: What the hell are you doin' here?
Cole: I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.
Man With No Name: The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you.
Sir Thomas More: You threaten like a dockside bully.
Cromwell: How should I threaten?
Sir Thomas More: Like a minister of state. With justice.
Cromwell: Oh, justice is what you're threatened with.
Sir Thomas More: Then I am not threatened.
J.W. Grant: You bastard.
Rico: Yes sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, you're a self-made man.
Luther Heggs: Calm? Do "murder" and "calm" go together? Calm and murder? Murder?
Wireless Operator: A test message from the Proteus, sir. Miss Peterson has smiled.
Col. Donald Reid: Well, that's an auspicious sign.
Linus: Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker.
Kettering: No confirmation, no claim. That's a squadron rule.
Bruno Stachel: But I saw it! It was a kill.
Kettering: Then, you have the deep satisfaction of knowing you have served the Fatherland.
Guy Montag: To learn how to find, one must first learn how to hide.
Det Sgt. Bung: A young lady has disappeared and we're anxious to trace her whereabouts.
Dr. Watt: Oh? Whereabouts?
Det Sgt. Bung: Hereabouts.
Albert: At ten o'clock.
Det Sgt. Bung: Or thereabouts.
Constable Slobotham: In this vicinity.
Det Sgt. Bung: Or roundabouts.
Constable Slobotham: We're police officers.
Albert: Or layabouts.
Narrator: "Pooh-pooh to the Whos" he was grinchily humming.
The Grinch: They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They're just waking up, I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or two. Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry "booo-hooo."
Duc De Pommfrit: Come here, you little vixen.
Desiree Dubarry: Oh, get off! Stop it.
Nicole Bonnet: I can't drive a stolen car.
Simon Dermott: Same principle, four gears forward, one reverse.
Izo Yamura: Right after the war, my house in Tokyo was used by an American general and his family. When it was returned to me, it had: flowered wallpaper, three new bathrooms, and four new closets. Americans, I think, are over-devoted to bathrooms and closets.
Pete Aron: Well, we accumulate things.
Izo Yamura: And then you lock them away in closets. And the bathrooms?
Pete Aron: No, no, you don't get me on that one.
Mother Superior: As for the social graces, I'm convinced that your school encourages barbarism and concerns itself only with free thinking, free wheeling and finger-painting.
Mr. Petrie: The finest educational minds in the country happen to be on our side.
Mother Superior: God is on ours.
Commissioner: Send him a Marshall. Anything for peace.
Perkins: That's just the trouble, sir. We haven't any available.
Commissioner: Nobody? What about that big head who's always hanging around here looking for work? What's his name? Dillon. What's he doing?
Perkins: Six months.
Tony: I couldn't help it, Charlie. I had to find out where I went wrong. The years I've spent trying to get all the things I was told were important - that I was supposed to want! Things! Not people... or meaning. Just things. And California was the same. They made the decisions for me all over again and they were the same things, really. It's going to be different from now on. A new face and a name. I'll do the rest. I know it's going to be different. I suppose you do too.
Jake Holman: Hit him. He's getting tired.
Po-han: Maybe he tired hit me.