Susan Tyler: When I increased the Judas' metabolism, I must have sped up its breeding cycle. I mean, we're talking tens, hundreds of thousands of generations, who knows how many mutations.
Peter Mann: I don't get it, I just don't fucking get this. How could the Judas evolve into this?
Susan Tyler: Think generations, not years, okay. It took only 40,000 generations for apes to turn into humans.
Peter Mann: So?
Susan Tyler: We changed its DNA, Peter! I mean, we don't know what we did.
Joe Ross: You could call me Joe.
Susan Ricci: Yeah, long as I didn't take that as inducement to, you know, further intimacy.
Ed Lautner: Uh excuse me, do you mind if we drop you off on the freeway, we're in kind of a hurry?
Dexter 'Dex' Strang: Whatever.
Harriet: My mother says I was born with an angel on my shoulder. This is supposed to bring me luck and happiness. I think she lied.
Boris Pochenko: Do I not intimidate you at all?
Joy Miller: Is one of your sideburns longer than the other?
Mr. Eddy: You and me, mister... We can really out-ugly them sum'bitches... Can't we?
Mima Kirigoe: What? This isn't true! I didn't write this.
Mima's Ghost: Of course you didn't. The real Mima is writing this.
Gilbert Bates: Yo, I'm Gilbert. This summer, my parents shipped me off to camp. I caught impetigo. And when I got back, my dad had moved out. Only since then he moved back, but he's still sleepin' in my room and he's sleeping on the couch.
Stanley Motss: This is politics at its finest.
Danny Torrance: Just like pictures in a book.
Mitchell Stephens: I can help you.
Billy Ansell: Not unless you can raise the dead.
Murray: One wish per customer and no wishes for more wishes. They plugged that loophole up years ago. In past years there were abuses.
Helen Holt: There's different kinds of love, darling. Some people you love no matter what, and others you love if the situation is right. To me, the best kind of love is the "no matter what" kind.
Claudia Hoffman: You can see, and you can hear, but from inside the tomb of your mind. No breath will escape your lips, no tears your eyes. To the world, you are dead. And soon, even your precious father will forget... you were ever alive. But you, my dear, you will have all eternity... to remember.
The Voice: When we are all criminals, who is free?
Nuria: Do you believe in god?
Blake Allen: I think words are not serving me well at all.
Eddie: I like my women like I like my coffee... covered in beeees.
