Ralphie: You think you're hot shit, but you're really just cold diarrhea.
Hester Prynne: I wonder if existance as a woman is worthwhile at all.
Grace: Emma Rae, I have a cookbook to put out, and a daughter to raise, and the God damn winter Grand Prix. And I just don't have time for the nervous breakdown I deserve, so please, don't ask me to stop and think.
Clyde Percy: How can you stand next to him?
Sister Helen Prejean: Mr. Percy, I'm just trying to follow the example of Jesus, who said that a person is not as bad as his worst deed.
Clyde Percy: This is not a person. This is an animal.
Capt. T.C. Doyle: You slept with the wife of General "Kill-'em-all-and-let-God-sort-them-out" Richardson?
David Poole: I thought it was his daughter.
Capt. T.C. Doyle: Oh yeah, he would've been fine with that.
Tom Sawyer: Muff's innocent Huck, we gotta help him.
Huck Finn: We ain't gotta do nothing.
Tom Sawyer: You'd let him hang for something he didn't do.
Huck Finn: It ain't no skin off my back.
Callie: For the love of God.
Darkly Noon: Precisely.
Maya: All women are princesses, it is our right.
Paul Benjamin: Slow down, huh?
Auggie Wren: That's what I recommend. You know how it is. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Time creeps in its petty pace.
Niko: The first thing God created was the journey, then came doubt, and nostalgia.
Edgar Alabaster: I don't like your attitude, sir. I've never liked it. I believe that you sneer in your heart.
Celine: I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.
Luke: It's 1909 and you're alone with a young artist named Adolph. Do you kill him?
Gilbert Sipes: Go play your banjo, Goober.
M.J. Monahan: Nobody in this department has ever worked a serial case before.
Lt. Quinn: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I have.
M.J. Monahan: The Zodiac, right?
Lt. Quinn: That's right.
M.J. Monahan: Did anyone ever catch the Zodiac, sir, or did he die of old age?
Bess Truman: I think like Harry - if you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.