Bill: He thr-thr-thr-thrusts his fi-fi-fists ag-ag-against the pos-posts and...
Ben: He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts. That's all it says over and over.
Bill: Th-th-thats w-w-what m-m-my m-m-mom g-gave me t-to h-help with my st-st-stutter.
Richie: I hate to tell you buddy, it ain't working.
Molly Jensen: Carl, are you all right?
Carl Bruner: It's just my stomach! Do you have anything like Pepto Bismol or something like that?
Sam Wheat: Cyanide.
Sunny von Bülow: I'm thinking of redecorating this whole fucking house.
Louis Burke: Great. Now we have all the assholes in one room.
Army Officer: Mr. Singer. What an appropriate name for a man who can't keep his mouth shut.
Norman Bates: Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to do it again.