Mr. Wall: Do not fret, Anna. I will give you some more pretty things soon.
Emma Murdoch: I'm not Anna.
Mr. Wall: You will be soon, yes.
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.
Lawson Russell: Drink, detective?
Clifford Dubose: Nah. Never touch it. Makes me happy.
Stevenson Lowe: So what went wrong?
Lily Marlowe: Well, Max has his faults. There were many women to whom he was not, shall we say, indifferent.
Stevenson Lowe: But you knew that, I mean, you knew that.
Lily Marlowe: I thought it would pass. I think it's a sad loss that men have such an aptitude for love coupled with such an inability for managing it properly.
Trillian St. James: What the hell are these things?
Finnegan: Real unfriendly.
Cliff: Who wants to do a bong... how about you.
William Riker: We're through running from these bastards!
Sen. Jay Billington Bulworth: I think it'd be a good idea to say "I'm sorry", huh?
Kid #1: Oh man, I waited my whole life for this moment.
Cop: I'm... sorry.
Sen. Jay Billington Bulworth: Say "No problem, Officer."
Kid #2: Go fuck your mama, you fucking pig cocksucker.
Sen. Jay Billington Bulworth: That's good enough.
Bill Bowerman: For the time being, let's not have you working out with the team. You'll be facing Viren all over again at the Montreal Olympics. I don't want you racing anyone now. I just want you running. You have to explore the limits of the one competitor above everyone else you've always loved to face... Steve Prefontaine.