Pamela: It's old and depressing.
Mason: It's reality.
Pamela: This is the '80s! Nobody likes reality any more.
Catherine Peterson: Mr. Shin, I'll tell you two things about me: I'm very rich. And I'm very wealthy.
Alex Forrest: You're here with a strange girl being a naughty boy.
Dan Gallagher: I don't think having dinner with anybody's a crime.
Pinhead: We'll tear your soul apart!
Pu Yi, at 15: Who is this George Washington?
Reginald Fleming 'R.J.' Johnston: A famous American, your majesty. A revolutionary general, the first American president.
Pu Yi, at 15: Ah, like Mr. Lenin in Russia?
Reginald Fleming 'R.J.' Johnston: Not quite.
Pu Yi, at 15: Does he have a car?
Reginald Fleming 'R.J.' Johnston: He lived a long time ago, your majesty.
Pu Yi, at 15: I want a car.
Vienna Hotel Concierge: Oh, Good afternoon Mr. Bond. You will need your usual suite?
James Bond: Not tonight, Heinz. Something with a second bedroom.
Vienna Hotel Concierge: Yes, sir. Shall I have some Vodka martinis sent up?
James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.
Jonathan Switcher: Hollywood I don't know about men's thighs, they look fine to me.
Hollywood Montrose: Albert called me 'cellulite city'.
Kenneth Halliwell: I can't remember when you last touched my cock. Well, I can actually. It was about two years ago. Only I can't remember the actual date. Pity. I could have put it in my diary. "The last time Joe touched my cock. Grouse shooting begins"
H.I.: Do you ever get the feeling that there's something... Powerful pressing down on you?
Glen: Yes, I know that feeling. I told Dot to lose some weight but she don't wanna listen.
Rebecca: Jack has a baby?
Peter Mitchell: I realise such a concept tends to negate our belief in a benevolent God, but yes.
Tom Beck: What the hell is that?
Sanchez: A flame-thrower man, can you believe it? Patrol picked this up off some homeboy on the street.
Dennis Meechum: Who fucked it up?
Roberta Gillian: Nobody fucked it up, Mr. Meechum. Just don't expect Hollywood to bail you out.
Wild Bill Woodward: I don't like that tiny maggot, I don't like him at all. I mean what is this? Ninjas? Drug pushers? My men being kidnapped and murdered? This is really beginning to get on my tits.
J.C. Wiatt: I can't have a baby because I have a 12:30 lunch meeting.
Freddy Krueger: Joey... look. All the little piggies come home.
Nancy Thompson: Let him go, Krueger.
Freddy Krueger: Your wish... is my command.
Rudy: If you want to be cool, first you pull your headband into the cool position. Then you just lean back, put this hand in your pocket and then you wave this hand behind you like you just cut one and your trying to shoo away the stinch.
Lynda Mansell: Up your bum.