Bomb#20: In the beginning, there was darkness. And the darkness was without form, and void.
Boiler: What the hell is he talking about?
Bomb#20: And in addition to the darkness there was also me. And I moved upon the face of the darkness. And I saw that I was alone. Let there be light.
Mrs. Hubbard: Don't you agree the man must have entered my compartment to gain access to Mr. Ratchett?
Princess Dragomiroff: I can think of no other reason, madame.
Maindrian Pace: Well, you know... parking lot attendants.
Prisoner: So you're working for the Germans? A young Frenchman like you. Aren't you ashamed?
Lucien Lacombe: I don't like people talking down to me.
Julie: It doesn't hurt to fall off the moon.
Lt. Cmdr. Anthony Fallon: I blew a great big hole in your ship, Captain. I'd better give it back to you.
Goro: Ken is a tormented man. It is Eiko, of course, but it is also Japan. Ken is a relic, a leftover of another age, of another country.
Joe Patroni: Y'know, sometimes the public's right to know gives me a huge pain in the ass.
Daisy Buchanan: Rich girls don't marry poor boys.
Francisco Scaramanga: Ours is the loneliest profession, Mr. Bond.
Ma Cobb: Remember what I've always told you: The wages of sin is gonorrhea, syphilis, and death.
Beef: Oh, I knew I shouldn't be screwing around with the dead man's music. This place is possessed.
Arnold Philbin: What are you talking about?
Beef: You trying to tell me you didn't hear that shriek? That was something trying to get out of its premature grave, and I don't want to be here when it does.
Arnold Philbin: Opening night prima donnas. Look, iron man. If you so uptight, take a shower and cool off.
Beef: My pleasure... bones.
Lady Daley: All this talk of Big Dick. I've had enough of it.
Foxy Brown: What? Link too?
Oscar: Yeah, they say it was those Steve Elias people.
Foxy Brown: Was he dealing again?
Oscar: Yeah, coke.
Foxy Brown: I told him to stay away from them.
Oscar: Yeah, but once those people pull you in, there's only ONE way they'll let you go.
Sally Potter: Are you a Stray Cat?
Mike: No, I'm a roadie.
Sally Potter: Roadie sounds like some sort of vagrant. What is that exactly?
Mike: It's like an army batman, only without the uniform. I make sure there's enough beer, chips and rubbers to go round. I supply the birds, the pills and the pot. And anything else that might be required to satisfy their lust... carnal, or otherwise.
Diana 'T.N.T.' Jackson: Did you ever hear of a thing called spying?
Joe: Hear of it? I invented it.
Ruth: Harvey, I have a headache, a toothache, a backache and I'm expecting the gout.
Harvey Beckman: Would an aspirin help?
Zandy Allan: You cut your hair just to spite me, didn't you.
Hannah Lund: I didn't cut it! I curled it with two nails.
Zandy Allan: You're a hateful woman, you know that! You're just hateful!