Sweetness: Let's do this, Johnny.
Darius Stone: The fate of the free world is in the hands of a bunch of hustlers and thieves.
Agent Steele: So why should tonight be any different? (01:11:10)
McCord: Hey, just because people eat the burger, doesn't mean they wanna know the cow.
Katherine: It's not unusual for a child to create an imaginary friend.
Jackie Price: How you doing?
Jack Starks: Better now.
Slartibartfast: You must come with me, quickly or, or you'll be late!
Arthur: Late for what?
Slartibartfast: What? Oh, no...What is your name, earthman?
Arthur: Dent. Arthur Dent.
Slartibartfast: Late, as in the late Dentarthurdent. It's a kind of threat, you see.
Walt: Oh my god, he is deranged!
Jim Braddock: I have to believe that when things are bad I can change them.
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.
Daisy Duke: They planted a still on our farm.
Pauline: They planted a still? Why would they have to plant a still?
Daisy Duke: 'Cause they're too damn dumb to find our real still.
Detective Fowler: If this woman's such a God-damned Saint, how did she end up raising four total fuck-ups?
Lt. Green: Miss Evelyn cycled hundreds of kids out of the foster program and into permanent homes. In 30 years she only came across four lost causes. Four delinquents so far gone she couldn't find anyone to take them in. So she did. Trust me, Fowler, these kids are congressmen compared to what they would've been.
Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Lorbeer: Big pharmaceuticals are right up there with the arms dealers.
Yuri Orlov: I'm a one-man genocide.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Record Company Executive: Your fans are gospel folk, Johnny. They're Christians, and they don't wanna hear you singing to a bunch of murderers and rapists, tryin' to cheer 'em up.
Johnny Cash: Then they ain't Christians.