Francois Pienaar: I may break my arm, my leg, my neck, but I will not let that freaking guy go.
Paul Child: What is it you REALLY like to do?
Julia Child: Eat!
Lord Melbourne: Your Highness, there's your opening if you'll take my advice...
Prince Albert: Lord Melbourne, forgive me but you seem to have confused me with a member of your club. I am not your drinking companion nor your whist partner. I am the husband of your sovereign. And as such, I will make my own decisions, and I neither seek nor invite your advice. Good evening.
John: There's just no point hating someone you love.
John Keats: Touch has a memory.
Fanny Brawne: I know it.
Thomas Huxley: Mr Darwin, sir? Either you are being disingenuous or you do not fully understand your own theory. Evidently, what is true of the barnacle is true of all creatures, even humans. The Almighty can no longer claim to have authored every species in under a week. You've killed God, sir! You've killed God.
Steve Lopez: I don't give a smooth fart whether or not we go.
Amelia Earhart: Who wants a life imprisoned in safety?