Charles Brubaker: We... are dead. We are dead.
Lt. Col Peter Willis: Shit. I was such a terrific guy.
Captain Nolan: He loved his family... more than I loved mine.
Ben Shockley: How's our Assistant D.A. these days?
Josephson: Shit! He couldn't convict Hitler.
Dr. Richard H. Thorndyke: Professor Little Old Man.
Dr. Vicktor Lillolman: "Lillolman." "Lillolman."
Donna: Wade... there's something I... I wanna tell you about last night. Well, the old lady... well, Chas, he didn't translate everything that she said.
Wade Parent: What do you mean?
Donna: Well, uh... she said... there was no driver in the car.
James Bond: Then how about a nightcap on the company? My company.
Major David Kabakov: What is this thing you Americans call the Super Bowl?
Tom Ripley: I would like to be your friend. But friendship isn't possible.
Jonathan Zimmermann: That makes me feel very comfortable.
Dr. Paul Moreau: You've been drinking for two straight days Montgomery. I suggest that you continue.
Nicolai Dalchimsky: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. Remember. Miles to go before I sleep.
Karen Wallace: Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude, but could you move your ass, dear?
Fran: Harry?
Harry Calder: Mmh?
Fran: If you're trying to kill us, at least let me put on some lip gloss.