
Rex Harper: Hey. I'll be out in a week. Just another great story for Rex Harper.
Detective Burton: Yeah, in a week you'll be somebody's wife. Let's go.

Pastor Dan Parker: I'm a sexy man of God, and I know it.

The Duke: Don't you fucking talk to me like I'm some kind of mug. Don't you fucking talk to me like that.
XXXX: Duke, don't take this personally. It's business. Now, you want to know how much these pills are worth?
The Duke: Yes. Fucking. Please.
XXXX: Now just because you pay a fiver a pop down the local cattle market, don't, for fuck's sake, think these pills are worth millions. They're not. We've got to find someone to buy these pills and they've got to split them into parcels, of say 100,000. They've got to find these people. It's hard work.
The Duke: Oh, you'd give a fucking aspirin a headache pal.

Jin: You and I are just pawns on a chessboard.

Fat Albert: You can't let fear keep you from caring about someone, because, caring about someone... is wonderful! A person you think about, and they think about you, and you both know you're thinking of each other... and it's just fantastic to know that there is somebody out there in the world thinking about you.

Ava Gardner: You listened to my phone calls?
Howard Hughes: No! No! No! Honey I would never do that! I'd never do that! I... I just read the transcripts, that's all.

Antonio: These griefs and losses have so bated me, that I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh to-morrow to my bloody creditor. Pray God, Bassanio come to see me pay his debt, and then I care not.

Andrew Largeman: My mom just died. God, it's weird to say it out loud, but... my mom just died.

William Travis: One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

Carlton Morrow: We'll find you a woman in the sixth grade. Somebody with a little experience.

Lenny Richter: Why does it always have to be the 12th floor? Why can't they be on the 4th?

Addie Singer: Ever since Ben's Bar Mitzvah, he's been trying to make everything a right of passage.

Father Merrin: Everbody died... Who buried them?

Zenon Kar: That's ridiculous. You're not old until you hit 30.
Proto Zoa: I'm 31.

Sing: No soccer.