Clark: I dunno what the hell's in there, but it's weird and pissed off, whatever it is.
Carol Anne Freeling: They're here.
Mrs. Devereaux: You lock all the doors and windows.
Trish: Mom, I'm eighteen years old, remember?
Mrs. Devereaux: You will always be my baby.
Cindy: Beautiful day outside, isn't it? Nothing like good old southern California for lots of sunshine.
Carla Moran: I was raped.
Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Chuck: How come you never scream when we have sex?
Chili: Give me something to scream about.
Kahea: I am the plumed serpent, I fly, and I crawl... I have fallen, but I shall rise again.
Daniel Challis: It's getting late. I could use a drink.
Peter Neal: Let me ask you something? If someone is killed with a Smith and Wesson revolver... Do you go and interview the president of Smith and Wesson?
Irena Gallier: I'm not like you.
Paul Gallier: That is the lie that will kill your lover.
SAM-104: They switch you off when life is good then switch you on when they're up to their noses in life's bitter droppings.
Mike Colby: You said it, tin man.
Alice Cable: Don't be afraid, Jude.
Jude: You better say that to somebody whose desk you ain't hiding behind.
Biker Leader: Me and my boys chew up towns like this.
Sheriff Dan Stevens: Is that so?
Biker Leader: Oh yeah.
Sheriff Dan Stevens: Then that tells me something. You've never been through this town before.
Biker Leader: What makes you so damn sure of that?
Sheriff Dan Stevens: Because this little town would ruin those pretty white teeth of yours.
Max: Losing, winning - what's the difference? Play the game with a fair heart, and you'll always be able to look yourself in the mirror. Play too hard to win, and you might not like what you become.
Diddle: We're going down to the river tonight. It'll be a night to go down in history.
Patricia Montelli: They're mine. My panties.
Sonny Montelli: I took them from the laundry.
