Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can fuss.
Fezzik: ...fuss...fuss... I think he likes to scream at us.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no harm.
Fezzik: He's really very short on charm.
Inigo Montoya: Oh, you've a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we'll all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: AARRGGHH!
Hitchhiker: Thanks for the ride, lady.
Horace: Wolfman's got nards.
Harry Angel: I know who I am.
Miss Rebecca Miller: David, are you drunk?
Black and White TV: A bargain in every buck! A buck in every pocket! A pocket in... um... every trouser! Ernie's Bargain Circus, where you ride the Ferris Wheel of Values for a better tomorrow.
Mr. O'Rourke: Don't fuck this up, Mitchell.
Daryl Van Horne: Men are such cocksuckers aren't they? You don't have to answer that. It's true. They're scared. Their dicks get limp when confronted by a woman of obvious power and what do they do about it? Call them witches, burn them, torture them, until every woman is afraid. Afraid of herself... afraid of men... and all for what? Fear of losing their hard-on.
Lex Luthor: Lenny, I've always considered you the Dutch Elm disease in my family tree.
Chris Hammond: How can she stand to be so close to her own body without constantly feeling herself up?
Gramps: Don't call me sir! I ain't no politician.
Patty Winston: He hit me daddy! And then he kicked me in my hiney.
Brian: What happened? You talk numbers, you get romantic. You talk people, you clam up.
Catherine: Just a little miscue, that's all.
Pinhead: We'll tear your soul apart!
Kristen Parker: Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never... never.
Nancy Thompson: Never sleep again. Where did you learn that rhyme?
Pamela: It's old and depressing.
Mason: It's reality.
Pamela: This is the '80s! Nobody likes reality any more.