Will Stanton: It's so... and ya know, and I'm like... this whole thing's just... arrr, you know.
Merriman Lyon: Is that it?
Pam: So what's your name, icy?
Stuntman Mike: Stuntman Mike.
Pam: Stuntman Mike's your name.
Stuntman Mike: You ask anybody.
Pam: Hey Warren. Who is this guy?
Warren the Bartender: Stuntman Mike.
Pam: And who the hell is Stuntman Mike?
Warren the Bartender: He's a stuntman.
Capt. Joe Grusinsky: I don't need any more guns in my life, that's for sure. But you should have one to be safe. It's better to be judged by twelve than carried by six.
Kate Breck: Is there a love in your life?
Hallam Foe: She's dead. Would you like to meet her?
Kate Breck: I like creepy guys.
Vince: Hey coach. Name is Vince. I'm just a bartender from Philly whose only dream is to play ball. It's all I got left after I lost my job teaching, and my wife left me. Like my alcoholic father used to say before he passed on, "A man can only take so much failure!" I'll give you everything I got. What do you say coach?
Lambeau "Coach" Fields: I say you can add "Did not make the football team" to your list of woes.
Deputy Billy Kitka: You know, Beau's not so bad. Why'd you bother writing him up?
Sheriff Eben Oleson: He lives all alone out there on the south ridge. A little citation now and then lets him know he's a part of this town.
Tammy: Are you okay?
Cherry Darling: I'm just Cherry.
Mariane Pearl: And kidnappers - their point is to terrorize people. But I am not terrorized, and you can't be terrorized.
Judge Raines: What's that man's name?
George Johnson: Brian Sugarman.
Judge Raines: ...I'll see you Monday morning, don't bring sugarman.
Corrine Whitman: Why don't you ask your boss how badly he really does want to stick his neck out for a terrorist.
Alan Smith: Well, he might for due process. Maybe I should have a copy of the Constitution sent to your office.
Carlton Leach: Listen, if I was you, I'd get those punters out of there 'cause the moment those Turks walk out that door, I'm gonna go fucking Schwarzenegger on the cunt.
Richie Roberts: This man murdered thousands, and he did it from a penthouse and driving a Lincoln.
George: What are you drinking, Bruiser? Oh, is that a bottle of Cock Block?
Lt. Col. Falco: Suffice it to say the enemy is getting stronger and the enemy is getting uglier. We're going to put our foot on their throats.
Mr. Edward Magorium: 37 seconds.
Molly Mahoney: Great. Well done. Now we wait.
Mr. Edward Magorium: No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
Barbara Baekeland: If you're tired of Paris, you're tired of everything.
Nika Boronina: What colour underwear am I wearing?
Agent 47: You're not wearing any underwear.
Dr. Jack Harper: He really did love you, Sam.
Sam Lockwood: He didn't even know me.
Lord Asriel: I wouldn't recommend the Tokay, gentlemen, it's corked.
Maps: Just remember Misty, no matter what, you're still a December boy.