Scott Bartlett: So are we really going to like do it?
Adrianna Bragg: Do you really think we should talk about it?
Adrienne Willis: I know you've only ever known your father and me. And I love Jack, because he is your father. But there's another kind of love, Amanda. One that gives you the courage to be better than you are, not less than you are. One that makes you feel that anything is possible. I want you to know that you could have that. I want you to hold out for it.
Christine Collins: Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
Drover: We're not really used to...
Lady Sarah Ashley: A woman? I suppose you think I should be back in Darwin, at the church fete or a lady's whatever you call it. Well I will have you know, I am as capable as any man.
Drover: Guests. We're not used to guests is what I was about to say, but now that you mention it I happen to quite like the women of the outback.
Mr. Big: I will love you forever, Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.
Will: I never told you the happy ending.
Maya: What is it?
Will: You.
Chase Collins: She has more talent, more conviction than anyone else I know.
Brandon King: Who wants to play lets start shootin' people?
James Wetherhold: Vanessa here is the perfect little housewife. I mean daughter.
Vanessa Wetherhold: Yes, if by perfect you mean not retarded, slash suffering from insurmountable credit card debt, then yes, I'm indeed perfect.
Dr. Paul Faulkner: We see what we look at. But the way we see things is affected by what we know.
Derek: I love America, but I fuckin' hate cops.
Elliot Moore: Can this really be happening?
Frank Allen: You caught me reminiscing. A lot of memories here. Buy you a drink?
Ed: Oh, I'd love to Frank, but uh... I'm kind of... I'm... I'm in a bit of a rush.
Frank Allen: I insist. After all, it is the traditional function of the father of the bride.
Ed: What is?
Frank Allen: Keeping the groom away from back exits.
Dylan Thomas: Not for the proud man apart from the raging moon I write on the spendthrift pages, nor for the towering dead with their nightingales and psalms, but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages.
Fox Mulder: Are you asking me to give up?
Dana Scully: No. I can't tell you to do that, Mulder. But I can tell you that I won't be coming home.
Miss Bond: I'm sorry. We were trying to be like Robin Hood - you know, steal from the rich to give to the poor. But... really, all we were doing was stealing from the rich... and the poor... and keeping it for ourselves. That's what we did, really.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: I am her mother. After all, she is only a girl.