Marty McFly: Calvin? Why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine Baines: Well, that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear.
Wyatt: By the way, why are we wearing bras on our heads?
Gary: It's ceremonial.
[Later, after Wyatt talks to Chet, Wyatt begins to leave the kitchen and Chet sees him wearing women's underwear.]
Chet: Like your panties.
Wyatt: [walking back into kitchen] It's a joke, Chet. Really.
Chet: No. That is not a joke. That is a severe behavioral disorder. Next thing you know you'll be wearing a bra on your head.
Zombie: Send more cops.
Herbert West: I know your work, Dr. Hill. Quite well. Your theory on the location of the will in the brain is... interesting. Though derivative of Dr. Gruber's research in the early 70s. So derivative in fact in Europe it's considered plagiarized.
Darren Woods: She was a good ship.
Chris Knight: Do you mind if I name my first child after you? "Dipshit Knight" has a nice ring to it.
John: I got an alternative, yeah, yeah, I got an alternative. Let's get in that old whirly-bird, find us an island some place, get juiced up and spend what time we got left soakin' up some sunshine! How's that?
Sarah: You could do that, couldn't you? With all that's going on, you could just do that without a second thought?
John: Right, I could do that even if all this wasn't going on.
Colonel Colin Caine: But I understand your real interest is.
Dr. Hans Fallada: Death, Colonel Caine, correct. Thanatology's the name for it. Death for you, Colonel, is a bureaucratic problem. Who did it. When, why did they do it. A problem to be solved, am I correct?
Colonel Colin Caine: And for you?
Dr. Hans Fallada: Well, I'm fascinated by death itself. What happens as we die, when we die. What happens after we die.
Ben Luckett: Ain't a son of a bitch in the world has to know we're in that pool. We'd just be a few old farts paddlin' around in that pool. Who's gonna know?
D's Left Hand, Narration: Be honest with yourself. Do you think that your high and mighty code of honour kept you from responding to a young girls desire. Ha! And you have the nerve to call yourself a dampiel and claimed that your father is non-other than.
D: That enough.
D's Left Hand, Narration: So, hit a nerve, did I?
'Chocolate Chip' Charlie W. Hobbs: Don't you know who I am? I am Chocolate-Chip Charlie! My hands are registered with the Medford, Georgia, police as lethal weapons, and I eat them guns for breakfast.
Max: We'll go on the count of three.
Max and Pig Killer together: One...
[Max yanks the door open.]
Pig Killer: What happened to two?
Beth Sladen: I saw a movie once, where a group of people were trapped in an ice station by a carrot from another planet.
General Graycliffe: A child with a stick of chewing gum has just rendered your hundred million dollars of hardware useless.
