Richard Kimble: I didn't kill my wife!
Sam Gerard: I don't care. (00:37:10)
John Spartan: Brake! Brake! Brake now, you Mickey Mouse-piece of shit!
Phil Connors: What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today!
Charlie Mackenzie: Harriet. Harry-ette. Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis. Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher. Un-trust... ing. Un-know... ing. Un-love... ed?"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart. I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem... sucks.
Jack Colt: Who are you?
Mr. Jigsaw: I'm your worst nightmare.
Jack Colt: No, waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare.
Miklo: What am I going to tell my parole officer?
Popeye: Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
Carlito: I'm reloaded! Okay? Come on in here, you motherfuckers! Come on, I'm waitin' for ya! What, you ain't comin' in? Okay, I'm comin' out! Oh, you up against me now, motherfuckers! I'm gonna blow your fuckin' brains out! You think you're big time? You gonna fuckin' die big time! You ready? here comes THE pain.
Wallace: Cracking toast, Gromit.
Mary Jo Buttafuoco: This is, like, the worst thing that could ever happen.
Larry Lipton: Claustrophobia and a dead body - this is a neurotic's jackpot.
Caine: For all the bullshit they try to teach you in high school, I graduated with about half of it. But then, I didn't go to school but half the time. The other half, I was out selling dope. Growing up out here, there was shit that couldn't be learned in no classroom.
Ken Malansky: Of all the courtrooms in all the world, she had to walk into mine.