The Breather: [On the phone.] I'm gonna kill next at the football game. Click.
Ms. Van Dyke: Did you hang up?
The Breather: No, I just said "click."
Cheryl: Kill her if you can, loverboy.
Dewey Wilson: They kill to protect family?
Old Indian: In the end, it's all for the hunting ground.
Joan Crawford: Why can't you give me the respect that I'm entitled to? Why can't you treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?
Christina Crawford: Because I am not one of your fans!
Dr. John McCabe: So, what did you do in the Big Apple?
Liza Merrill: Just about everything a girl could do without losing her good English breeding and reputation. Modeling, dancing, secretary... I almost became an unsuccessful fashion designer.
Damien Thorn: Oh my Father, Lord of Silence, Supreme God of Desolation, though mankind reviles yet aches to embrace, strengthen my purpose to save the world from a second ordeal of Jesus Christ and his grubby mundane creed. Show man instead the raptures of Thy kingdom. Infuse in him the grandeur of melancholy, the divinity of loneliness, the purity of evil, the paradise of pain.
Mark: You're getting a raise out of me all right, but it has nothing to do with money.
Ricky Hawthorne: Good Lord, she's in the pond.
Gregory Bate: Alive. Still alive.
Axel Palmer: You seen Sarah?
Jessie 'T.J.' Hanniger: Ain't my turn to watch after her.
Yolanda: Oh, look. Isn't that that boy Bavarian from Budapest?
Waldemar: No, that's a fruit bat from the Philippines.
Rudy: There's something I can't figure out.
Gloria Davis: What's that?
Rudy: I don't know.
Mrs. Harper: I don't see why you wanna waste your time with a guy who works in a filling station.
Amy Harper: It's a first date, Mama. We're not getting married.
Virginia Wainwright: God, you've got a lot of nerve.
Etienne Vercures: That's not all I've got. Want to see?