Maggie Peyton: What's really your problem with me racing?
Ray Peyton Sr.: 'Cause you're the spittin' image of your mom... and... I can't lose her twice.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Private: Skipper, should we tell them the ship is out of gas?
Skipper: Nah. Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.
Ben Mitchell: How much do you want for this?
Mick Taylor: I'm not gonna charge ya, you stupid bastard. Did you hear that?"How much"! Ha ha ha.
Tom Baker: What do you do for a living Eliot?
Eliot: Well... I'm in 8th grade.
Melquiades Estrada: Promise me one thing, Pete. If I die over here, carry me back to my family and bury me in my home town. I don't want to be buried on this side among all the fucking billboards.
Harold: How could God pick such a man?
Jimmy Cuervo: Why not? She did.
Ben: Captain Newport, sir, I found oysters. They're as thick as my hands. They're the size of stones sir and there's fish everywhere they're flapping against your legs. We're gonna live like kings.
Reggie: I see buckets of dead relatives! Extra crispy! Extra crispy.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
Fender : Welcome to Robot City. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. And if you can't make it there, welcome to the club.
Badawi: You'll die with me.
Mike Rogo: Not today.
Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.
Holly: Hey, there's something down here.
Joaquin: Woah! How did you learn to fight like that?!
Alejandro: Prison changes a man.
Ernst: Ernst to the rescue! Do-do-do-do-de-do.