Benjamin Mee: You seem really calm.
Peter MacCready: Ah.
Benjamin Mee: Have you been drinking?
Peter MacCready: All night long.
Benjamin Mee: Thanks for that.
Peter MacCready: Anytime.
Bill Haydon: You really are a poison dwarf, Toby. Why don't you fuck off to his majesty and stop trying to involve me in your little cabaret.
John: You have no idea of what I'm capable of.
Erik Lehnsherr: I've been at the mercy of men just following orders. Never again.
Optimus Prime: In any war, there are calms between storms. There will be days when we lose faith. Days when our allies turn against us. But the day will never come, that we forsake this planet, and its people.
Pest: Does that look like a dog? No, it isn't a dog!
Wise Man: Don't ever write a check with your mouth you can't cash with your ass.
Carl Van Loon: Your powers are a gift from God, or whoever the hell wrote your life script.
Mrs. Watson: Life is like a disco, no matter how the music changes, you just keep on dancing.
Susan Warner: I feel like I'm your Deep Throat. Have you seen that movie?
Ronny Valentine: All the President's Men?
Susan Warner: No, Deep Throat.
John Tuld: So, what you're telling me, is that the music is about to stop, and we're going to be left holding the biggest bag of odorous excrement ever assembled in the history of capitalism.
Peter Sullivan: Sir, I not sure that I would put it that way, but let me clarify using your analogy. What this model shows is the music, so to speak, just slowing. If the music were to stop, as you put it, then this model wouldn't even be close to that scenario. It would be considerably worse.
John Tuld: Let me tell you something, Mr. Sullivan. Do you care to know why I'm in this chair with you all? I mean, why I earn the big bucks.
Peter Sullivan: Yes.
John Tuld: I'm here for one reason and one reason alone. I'm here to guess what the music might do a week, a month, a year from now. That's it. Nothing more. And standing here tonight, I'm afraid that I don't hear - a - thing. Just... Silence.
Bethany Hamilton: Love is bigger than any tidal wave, or fear.
Olivia: You have a family, your dad, your sister, Sydney! I don't even remember my mom, I haven't talked to my dad in years and you have the nerve to feel sorry for yourself?
Elizabeth Halsey: Well, that's my spiel, as the Jews say.
Griffin Keyes: How long have you been able to talk?
Donald the Monkey: Let's see, today's Tuesday so... Always.