Regan MacNeil: You're going to die up there.
Sergeant Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?
Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis.
Sergeant Howie: What?
Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.
Sergeant Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?
Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
Thom: Give a girl a pair of shoes, and she walks out on you.
Inspector Longhi: The skill of police artists is to make the living appear dead.
Inspector Boot: Look, Devlin, when two people have the same motive to murder and one of them is still alive, who would you arrest?