Richard Walker: This is an emergency. Do you understand?
U.S. Security Officer: Yes sir, I do.
Richard Walker: You understand but you don't give a damn? Is that it?
Vicomte de Valmont: Why do you suppose we only feel compelled to chase the ones who run away?
Marquise de Merteuil: Immaturity?
Smiley: Fuck you Perry.
Perry: That's right Smiley, "fuck you" covers just about everything.
Brian Flagg: In the meantime, we're your prisoners?
Dr. Meddows: Not at all, you're my patients.
Tangina: My God! he found heR.
Art Ridzik: Oh, great. We got a pro basketball team coming toward us - with guns.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Albert: Jackson, why did you have to bring me along in the first place?
Action Jackson: You remind me of a old friend.
Albert: Then why didn't you bring your old friend?
Action Jackson: He's dead.
Albert: Damn, man why did you have to tell me that?
Sembagare: They think you are a witch.
Dian Fossey: They wouldn't be the first.
Harry Washello: I know how this sounds, but I answered the phone out there and the guy on the other end he was very, very frantic. He thought I was his dad for a minute, I think he just had the wrong area code.
Fred the Cook: Yeah, so what?
Harry Washello: So he was calling from a missile silo! He said that they were locked in, 50 minutes and counting, to shoot off their nuclear wad. We would be getting it back in an hour and 10. I mean he meant that we're at war! Nuclear war.
Hercule Poirot: People like to talk, and in doing so they tell the truth. It puts less of a strain on the memory.
Marshall: [as Charlie] She gets back this weekend. If we don't resolve this, I'll have to go back and live with her again. This is the woman I couldn't live with as a husband. Now, I'm going to be her son. It's a Freudian nightmare.
Rabbi: That is blasphemy.
Jesus: Didn't they tell you? I am the saint of blasphemy. Don't make any mistakes, I didn't come here to bring peace, I came to bring a sword.
Rabbi: Talking like that will get you killed.
Jesus: Me, killed? Listen to me. This temple will be torn down in three days, torn down to the ground.
Marielle Duchamp: The way Dr. Schoonbacher spoke of you, it was as though you could walk on water! Now I know why. Shit floats.
Mr. Bobrucz: You, Fifi, can take your French fruit and stuff it up your big bird.
Sydney Fuller: I just wanted to spend the night with you, not Eternity.
Holmes: I couldn't detect horse manure if I stepped in it.
Frank McCrae: He'll kill again... he enjoys killing.