Cousin Vicki: I'm going steady, and I French kiss.
Audrey Griswold: So? Everybody does that.
Cousin Vicki: Yeah, but Daddy says I'm the best at it.
Harvey "Blind" Pew: It sounded as though there was a bit of a squabble.
Moon: Squabble? They're all dead.
Harvey "Blind" Pew: Oh! Must have been more of a tiff then.
Yoda: When 900 years old you reach, look as good you will not.
Jack Ridley: Put the spurs to her, Chuck.
Ross Webster: Congratulations, Gus, old buddy. You're going to go down in history as the man who killed Superman.
M: Remember, 007, you're on your own.
James Bond: Well, thank you, sir. That's a great comfort.
Zura: The oxen are slow, but the earth is patient.
Q: Welcome back, Mr. Bond. I trust there will be lots of gratuitous sex and violence occurring.
Ynyr: I cannot stop the sand.
Lyssa Widow of the Web: You cannot stop time. Go now. Save the other Lyssa.
Judy: Your little walkie talkies... have gone walkies.
Nekron: Next time you present me with one of your little sluts, Mother dear... I'll squash you like a bug.
Nicki: Y'know, there's room for two in there, if they was cozy.
Wolff: Well, we ain't cozy.
Rosie: We're all of us prospectors up here, eh, Tyler? Scratchin' for that... that one crack in the ground. Never have to scratch again. I'll let you in on a little secret, Tyler: the gold's not in the ground. The gold's not anywhere up here. The real gold is south of 60 - sittin' in livin' rooms, stuck facin' the boob tube, bored to death. Bored to death, Tyler.