Colonel Pitts: Where you from, son?
Soldier: Omaha, sir.
Colonel Pitts: By this time next year pigeons are going to be crapping on statues of you across the whole damn state of Nebraska.
Fairy Godmother: You're not meant to understand it. You're meant to accept it. Graciously.
Dr. Abner Perry: You cannot mesmerise me! I'm British.
Jack Prescott: There is a girl out there who might be running for her life from some gigantic turned-on ape.
Mycroft Holmes: Ah Jenkins, we shall need a cab.