Kevin Dunne: Don't give me that wounded look. You haven't got the face for it.
Jack Ames: Fuck you.
Harry Ross: Just me? Not the horse I rode in on?
Jack Ames: Him too.
Curt Wild: Listen, a real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them, OK?
Sam: Kelly Van Ryan is accusing me of rape.
Kenneth Bowden: Kelly Van Ryan? As in Sandra Van Ryan?
Sam: As in, I'm fucked.
Charlotte Pingress: It's really important there be more group social life. Not just all this ferocious pairing off.
Trish: How come no matter how much you treat me like shit, I can't help loving you even more?
Guido Rosetti: I don't want to fight you.
Rolf Bruner: Yeah? But I do.
Steve Rubell: Prison can be so fucking dull at night.
Herman Blume: She's sweet, but she's fucked-up.
Dean Martin: Hey Frank, how do you make a fruit cordial?
Frank Sinatra: I don't know Dean, how do you make a fruit cordial?
Dean Martin: Be nice to it.
Lady Juliana: You're mad.
Ruber: I'm so glad you noticed. I've been working at it for years.
Kurt Dussander: Boy, be careful. You play with fire.
Hilary: If you think being an ordinary person is any easier than being an extraordinary one, you're wrong.
Charles Morritz: What do you do when the thing you most wanted, so perfect, just comes?
General Copperfield: The first thing we'd like to know is what we're dealing with: Biological, chemical, or other.
Sheriff Bryce Hammond: ...Well, I'm leaning towards "other."