Duncan McKay: That's from, like, an ostrich or something.
Hubs: Or a beaver.
Jim Grover: It's quints.
Vanessa: I just wanna know where I belong.
Mona Hibbard: You belong in the family box.
Sara Pezzini: What is this thing? What is the Witchblade?
Kenneth Irons: A mystery, wrapped in a riddle, and cloaked in a conundrum.
Sara Pezzini: That doesn't help very much.
Miranda Frayle: I'm absolutely determined that the Countess of Marshwood shall be the longest, and greatest, role I ever played.
Felicity Marshwood: I do hope you won't find it too much of a strain.
Nigel: Mother.
Felicity Marshwood: I do know what I'm talking about. I've played it for years. I find it a good part, but technically rather exhausting.
Banner in the back of Stanley's van: I'm the guy your mother warned you about.
Monica Jones: Melons are like boyfriends. Shall I tell you why? To get a single good one you must one hundred try.
Jack Carter: You should finish what you start.
Cyrus Paice: Yeah, shit I think you should fix your tie there.
Sheila: Well Mr. Phipps, you are in perilous danger of turning me back into a heterosexual.
William Granther: Always do what you wish you could.
Roseanne: You're such a weirdo. I don't even know why I listen to you.
Vincent: Because your heart knows I can see it.
Harley Quinn: Sweetie, go get mommy's bazooka.
Teacher Kitano: Life is a game. So fight for survival and see if you're worth it.
Reinaldo Arenas: My name, for the moment, is Reinaldo Arenas.
Bozz: Just because you wear those sergeant's stripes don't mean you ain't gonna die.
Bennett: I once heard someone say: "When you dim your light, so that someone else can shine, the whole world gets darker."
Max Kerkerian: Supercop scared of a little pooch? Son of a bitch.
Matthew: Enter the fuckin' dragon.
Jack Morris: You know I.C.? Colored fellow at the service station?
Ellen Morris: Sure.
Jack Morris: His son came back from Europe today.
Ellen Morris: Wonderful.
Jack Morris: In a box.
Pinhead: It's all a puzzle, isn't it, Joseph? Like a game of chess, perhaps. The pieces move, apparently aimlessly, but always towards one single objective: to kill the king. But who is the king in this game, Joseph? That is the question you must ask yourself.