Sammy: God damn shame, Mike. God damn shame about Joey. He thought the world of you, Mike.
Agnes: Get in the car bitches.
Suzy: The thing is, we're starting with Criminal Justice.
Poppy: Is that your first exam?
Suzy: Yeah, it's crap. If we had Cyber Crime first, or like, Crime and Pleasure, I could ease myself into it. No probs.
Reverend Pratt: So, if you concentrate on what you don't have, you forget about what you do have.
Brandon King: Who wants to play lets start shootin' people?
Father Joe: Do you know why we live here, the men who call this vile box of monsters home? Because we hate each other, even as we hate ourselves, for our sickening appetites.
Suit: I'm betting beard.
Ben: What kind of remark is that? People's livelihood are at stake.
Suit: Make a note, a producer with a conscience.
Frank Tramell: You have a choice.
Jack Bauer: I don't have a choice, you son of a bitch.
Tibby: So Kostos isn't married. Why can't you just stop thinking about it and follow your heart?
Lena: Because...he broke my heart!
Dinner guest: Excellent speech, Mr. Fox.
Charles Fox: I think it is always easier to address a congregation of friends... particularly when those friends are drunk.
Sonja Jones: He had a personality problem with Orson.
Richard Samuels: Meaning?
Sonja Jones: Meaning he had a personality.
Maurice: It's oaky... Oh, yeah, and smoky. I detect... bacon fat... laced with honey melon.
P'tit Lys: The prince went slowly through the forest. His beautiful horse was silent. The sky was taking on the color of roses. "Will I be in time?" the prince wondered. He remembered what the magician had told him. "Night is your only enemy. Once it has cast its cloak of darkness over the world and you cannot tell the shadow of a dog from that of a wolf, you will know it is too late and that your beautiful lady is lost forever. Hurry if you love her." The prince's heart was pounding.
Victor Mancini: My God... you're crazy.
Paige Marshall: No, I'm just... working a few things out.
Emperor Wilhelm: We need men like him. I supposed we'll have to give you another promotion, Richthofen. You are a real hero. I take it the ladies are all over you.
Manfred von Richthofen: There aren't many ladies at 10,000 feet, your Majesty.
Sonja Jones: I'm one huge catalog of faults.
Richard Samuels: Oh, name me one fault.
Sonja Jones: My left breast is smaller than my right.
Richard Samuels: You got a ruler?
Nina Metro: She's really sick. She needs to see a doctor, but she's so stubborn we can't talk her into it.
Graham Sloan: Well, where's her dad?
Nina Metro: He's on location in Italy.
Graham Sloan: That's an answer?
Nina Metro: She needs help, Graham.
Graham Sloan: Why do you think I can help her?
Nina Metro: Well, aren't you the one that loves her?
Graham Sloan: What's that gonna fix? Is that gonna help her?
Nathir: In chess and in war the key to winning is to anticipate what your opponent will do in advance. Think two moves ahead. The art of asymmetrical warfare is less about inflicting damage than provoking a response. Terrorism is theater. And theater is always performed for an audience. Ours is the American people. But they are dispersed across a large country. The question is how to convince them that nowhere is safe.