Harry Johanson: Once we have our little baby bombs all over the U.S., they'll be a monthly satellite bill that would make HBO green with envy. A hundred million dollars a month. And if they don't pay, we send the detonation signal... and good-bye, yellow brick road.
Tommy Hendricks: Good-bye, yellow brick road? Better buy some new CD's, Harry. It's pathetic.
Philippe Roaché: I am Philippe Roaché, dgse - Direction Générale de la Sécurité Extérieure.
Dr. Niko Tatopoulus: It sounds big.
Philippe Roaché: French Secret Service.
Dr. Niko Tatopoulus: Oh.
Lt. Col. Gordon Tall: The only time you should start worrying about a soldier is when they stop bitchin'.
Major Chip Hazard: If it lacerates or detonates, I want it mobile and I want it lethal.
Henry: I'm going to row back there and see if he will shoot you. Or me. It's fine either way.
Mewtwo: Human and Pokemon can NEVER be friends.
Dock Newton: You ain't any less of a drunk now than you was when hooch was legal.
Jess Newton: Well, you see, there's my point. That particular law ain't really doin' it's job, now is it?
Emma Peel: I suppose Mother warned you about women like me?
John Steed: Until now, I didn't know there were women like you.
Lauren: Ryan and I were having sex! Hot steamy, sweaty sex! My body tingled orgasm after orgasm.
Sgt. Orono: Lady, I just asked for your name.
Lauren: Oh... Mrs. Hibbing Goodhue.
Simon Lynch: Mummy, Simon is home.
Jessica: Tum Tum, I made your favorite bacon, lettuce, tomato, bologna, ham and swiss cheese sandwich.
TumTum: No thanks mom, I'm not hungry.
Trillian St. James: What the hell are these things?
Finnegan: Real unfriendly.
Lawson Russell: Drink, detective?
Clifford Dubose: Nah. Never touch it. Makes me happy.
Guido Rosetti: I don't want to fight you.
Rolf Bruner: Yeah? But I do.
Wei: Do not confuse luck with skill.
Laura Franklin: Sky Atlantic 62, Phoenix Tower. Captain, you need to do a 360.
Pilot: Damn it tower, do you know it costs this airline two grand in fuel every time we circle?
Laura Franklin: Sky Atlantic 62, give me four thousand dollars worth.
Casey Wells: You know what they did in Ancient Rome when a visitor violated somebody's hospitality? They cut off his dick and they nailed it to the fucking gate!
William Riker: We're through running from these bastards!
Dr. Smith: Never trust anyone, especially me.