David Mann: I'd like to report a truck driver who's been endangering my life.
Dim: Hello, Lucy. Had a busy night? We've been working hard, too. Pardon me, Luce.
Evelyn: God, you're dumb.
Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking."Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: If that's not a drop I'll open up a charge for you at Bloomingdale's.
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Make it Alexander's Toy Department.
Ben Buford: A lot of hyped-up black people give you that money you're spendin', pimp.
Bumpy Jonas: Don't you try to bullshit me, boy. We're all on the hustle. I sell broads and dope and numbers. You sell crap and blue sky. It's all the same game.
Plenty: Hi, I'm Plenty.
James Bond: But of course you are.
Plenty: Plenty O'Toole.
James Bond: Named after your father, perhaps?
Tom Hedden: I'll have an answer, or I'll have blood.
Dr. Jeremy Stone: Where have you been?
Dr. Mark Hall: Leavitt had a seizure.
Dr. Jeremy Stone: What?
Dr. Mark Hall: Epilepsy. The red light flashing at three-per-second brought on a fit. Why the hell didn't she tell us about it?
Dr. Jeremy Stone: Probably no top lab would have her if they knew. Insurance, prejudice, all that crap.
Dr. Mark Hall: From the Middle Ages.
John Reginald Christie: He's killed the baby, strangled it with his tie.
Mrs. Ethel Christie: He'd never do that.
John Reginald Christie: Never mind what he'd never do, it's what he's done.
Mrs. Ethel Christie: He worshipped that child.
The Kid: America, man! You know, it's so beautiful I wanta eat it.
Jack Carter: You couldn't run an egg and spoon race Eric.