Dean Wormer: Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life.
Perry White: I want the name of this flying whatchamacallit to go with the Daily Planet like bacon and eggs, franks and beans, death and taxes, politics and corruption.
Elizabeth Driscoll: I have seen these flowers all over. They are growing like parasites on other plants. All of a sudden. Where are they coming from?
Nancy Bellicec: Outer space?
Jack Bellicec: What are you talking about? A space flower?
Nancy Bellicec: Well why not a space flower? Why do we always expect metal ships?
Jack Bellicec: I've never expected metal ships.
The Farmer: I always thought that being alone was just something that a man had to put up with. It was like I just got used to it.
Joe Pendleton: Do I... play Polo?
Sisk: Not really, sir.
Jasper Blubber: We should leave separately. Makes more sense if I go first.
Lou Peckinpaugh: Why is that?
Jasper Blubber: Then I don't get stuck with the check.
Bill Warren: You're not the same woman I left nine years ago.
Hannah Warren: And I have the missing ovaries to prove it.
Philip Marlowe: Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains.
Emile Prevert: Why me? You could have Tom, Dick or Harry.
Emmannuelle Prevert: I don't want Tom or Harry.