Richard Kimble: I didn't kill my wife!
Sam Gerard: I don't care. (00:37:10)
Miklo: What am I going to tell my parole officer?
Popeye: Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
Alabama: Okey dokey doggie daddy.
Jack Colt: Who are you?
Mr. Jigsaw: I'm your worst nightmare.
Jack Colt: No, waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare.
Phil: I killed myself so many times I don't even exist anymore.
Slick: I wanna shoot someone y'kno and this feels like just the gun to do it with.
Lenina Huxley: Let's go blow this guy.
John Spartan: Away! Blow this guy *away*!
Lenina Huxley: Whatever.
Mr. Lee: Take the money.
Bill Foster: You think I'm a thief? Oh, you see, I'm not the thief. I'm not the one charging 85 cents for a stinking soda! You're the thief. I'm just standing up for my rights as a consumer.
Pachanga: Sometime it bes that way, papi.
Wallace: Cracking toast, Gromit.
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.
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.
Matt: I just haven't been with that many girls.
Vivian: I'm a real good teacher.
Mary Jo Buttafuoco: This is, like, the worst thing that could ever happen.
Seitz: Sir, what about our friend Coontz?
Paul McDaggett: Well, if we'd let him live, we'd have to have paid him.
Larry Lipton: Claustrophobia and a dead body - this is a neurotic's jackpot.
Eddie: What am I, a fucking retard, man? Am I A fucking retard, HUH? I know what this is! Lou's trying to snuff me out because of his greasy little nephew being around! well, vive LA fucking france, MAN.
Frank: You said you'd help out a little.
Jeff Blue: Novacek's not "a little," Frank. She's a psycho.