Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night.
Luna: It's hard to believe you haven't had sex in two hundred years.
Miles: Two hundred and four if you count my marriage.
Henry Gondorff: Pleased to meet you, kid. You're a real horse's ass.
Porthos: May one ask - delicately - the cause in which we're expected to die?
Aramis: When you go on a campaign, does the King give his reasons? He says, "Porthos, fight!" and you fight.
Porthos: Oh, I do, I do.
Aramis: Then let's go and be killed where we're told to! Is life worth so many questions?
Mose: I got scruples too, you know. You know what that is... Scruples?
Addie: No, I don't know what it is, but if you got 'em, sure bet they belong to somebody else.
Connie Philpotts: It's your girls I'm talking about, I've heard them all night long, doors banging.
Sid Fiddler: Blimey, when you've got young dollies around you have to expect a bit of banging.
Connie Philpotts: Well, I expect you to get them into bed at a reasonable hour.
Sid Fiddler: I promise you, I'll do my very best.
Vickie Allessio: My one chance to get raped, and you can't get your bloody trousers off.
Mohamed Larbi Slimane: The revolution is like a bicycle, when it stops it falls.
Peregrine Devlin: You begin to resent an actor if you always have to give him bad notices.
Mr. Bromley: It's not enough to boggle David, actions speak louder than boggles.
Hellman: Isn't that just like a woman? She wants to be treated like a man... and then she cries.
Charlie Brown: Holidays always depress me.
Sally Brown: I know what you mean. I went down to buy a turkey tree and all they have are things for Christmas.
Charlie Brown: For Christmas, already?