Irina Asanova: KGB have better cars, you know.
Arkady Renko: Ah, but they don't always take you where you want to go, do they?
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: I can't.
Fran: Can't what?
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: I can't inject you with window cleaner.
Fran: I don't mind. Hey, what does it do anyway?
Dr. Michael Hfuhruhurr: It causes your brain to die last.
Fran: I don't mind.
Car Passenger: Hey... you wanna see something really scary?
Rabbi Zalman: It's by their questions that we choose our students, not only by their answers.
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.
Dr. Michael Anthony Brace: Why do you have to die to let go?
Laurie Kessler: My father's gonna kill you.
Warren Stacy: Oh, no, he's not. I know where he's at.
Laurie Kessler: That was him on the phone just now. He'll be here any second.
Warren Stacy: Oh, yeah? Then I guess I better hurry up.
Wolff: What the hell are you?
Nicki: What do you think I am, you scrawny earthbag? I'm a woman.
Detective: "Don't F-U-C-K with the L.A.P.D."
Superior Court Judge Steven R. Hardin: The law. Nothing is right or wrong! It's either the law or its not the law. Well, we got a problem here, because it's not working anymore. It turns out that right and wrong count.
Captain Chi: Who is laughing like that?
Jaws: Me, sir.
Captain Chi: Do you know what you're going to do?
Jaws: To laugh one thousand times?
Captain Chi: Police, shoot him dead.
Gertrude: We'll always have our memories. The Colonel's dead. Here we are still enjoying his chicken.
Grim Reaper: Englishmen, you're all so fucking pompous. None of you have got any balls.
Karen Silkwood: What should I wear on the plane?
Angela: Uh, somethin' that won't wrinkle.
Drew Stephens: Yeah, like a shroud, maybe.
Angela: I get sooooo tired of yer jokes.
Wendy: Hey waiter! Put shit-face's drink here on Commissioner Gebhart's bill! For piss-sake he's up for re-election next week, you think he needs this shit?