Jack Burton: Hey, I'm a reasonable guy. But I've just experienced some very unreasonable things.
Sheriff Loomis: You listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch! There's a kid out there usin' his car to kill people, not that it's such a big deal since it seems to be your gang he's got it in for... so, if you guys try to take the law into your own hands, and that killer turns up dead, I'm gonna see you all sniffin' cyanide in the Arizona gas chamber.
Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.
Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.
Laura J. Kelly: Don't lose him.
Tom Logan: I'm not going to lose him. Where is he?
Egg Stork: Ack Ack, let me tell you a little story. A story about a little fat kid who everybody made fun of, and nobody liked and he had a twin brother, and everybody said he never looked like his twin brother, but he wanted to.
Ack Ack Raymond: Egg, where you that little boy?
Egg Stork: No! No! But I used to beat the shit out him!"Why are you so fat? Why are so ugly?" Aaagghh.
Ack Ack Raymond: Great story, thanks.
James Leeds: Do you think there's someplace where we can meet that's not in silence and not in sound?
David Basner: Look, I've done the job. Alright? Take my stuff, do whatever you want to do with it. But for the fifth time now, I'm not going anywhere with anybody. And don't you ever fucking touch me again.