High School Principal: Mr. Madison, what you've just said, is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response, were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
Billy Madison: OK, a simple "wrong" would have done just fine.
Edgar Alabaster: I don't like your attitude, sir. I've never liked it. I believe that you sneer in your heart.
Celine: If there's any kind of magic in this world... it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it's almost impossible to succeed... but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.
Helen Hudson: He really wants us to think what he's doing is art.
Max Kirkpatrick: Please, Rita. Just cut me a little slack on space, OK.
Rita: No, no, no! You have run out of slacks, Max! No more slacks for you.
Paul Armstrong: Why is every fucking thing the real world except teaching?
Luke: It's 1909 and you're alone with a young artist named Adolph. Do you kill him?
Nix: I was born to murder the world.
Mr. Shepherd: Women without children are the very best preservers of furniture.
Danny: MY cushion.
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.
Art Dodge: For me there is only Rimbaud.
Liz Kerner: Rimbaud? Why?
Betty Kerner: Well, it's obvious. He's the original. I mean, Seagal and Van Damme are just cheap imitations.
Clyde Reilly: Sheila?
SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.
Darius: Just think of aids as the guest that won't leave, the one we all hate. But you have to remember: Hey! It's still our party.