Bangles: Oh, hi, Bugsy.
Bugsy Malone: Hi, Bangles. Is Blousey there, please?
Bangles: She won't see you.
Bugsy Malone: Tell her I'm sick.
Bangles: You're sick?
Bugsy Malone: Yeah, sick of waiting.
Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered herself in her sleep, sir.
Dick Charleston: You mean suicide?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh no, it was murder, all right. Mrs. Twain hated herself.
Travis Bickle: All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.
George Caldwell: I've never milked a cow before.
Rita: Cut the gas, Steve, you're a grown man. I'm sure you've had some similar experience.
Janeway: All right, you guys! Let's go! Move out of there.
Melendez: Blow it out your ass, motherfucker.
Leigh: The very least of our problems is that we're out of time.
Wilson: It's an old story with me. I was born out of time.
Aunt Annie DeLorenze: Angela, stop eating! Haven't you had enough? Jim, help me clean up this mess. You don't need that drink.
Kate Moore: You laugh at me, you bastard, and I'll shoot you where you stand.
Sherlock Holmes: No, Watson! The Queen wouldn't like it.
Sherlock Holmes: No, Watson! The Queen wouldn't like it.