Aunt Em: Girl, do you know that you're 24 years old, and you've never been south of 125th Street? Well, you haven't.
General: You'd better bring a coat Mr. Richardson, there's a little Jap in the air.
Dr. Morrison: He means nip.
Vanessa: It's not even your car.
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: So what, I built it. Look, can we discuss this later after we catch 'em?
Dr. Victor Gannon: Where you from?
Tony: Witch Mountain.
Sickle: Sounds like some hick town to me.
Gollum: My Precious. My Precious.
Faulkner: There is a clause in all of my contracts, that my liver is to be buried separately, and, with honors.