Chon: You're already dead. You're dead from the moment you're born. If you can accept that, you can accept anything.
Meg Giry: It isn't fair.
Madame Giry: We need to think.
Christine Daaé: I need some air.
Raoul: I need a drink.
Zibby: So, what was your major?
Jesse Fisher: I was English, with a minor in history, just to make sure I was fully unemployable.
Marty Streb: If you're gonna lose, then I'm gonna help you lose. Deal?
Scott Voss: Deal. Let's do this. Let's lose.
Deborah Pellicotti: Well you know, honey, there's just too many people in the world God to care about everyone. So that's why we look after each other.
Ellen Miller: It's all going to be fine. It always is. Just follow the plan.
Robert Miller: And what is that plan?
Ellen Miller: Confidence equals contract.
Robert Miller: You sound like a fortune cookie.
Ellen Miller: They are your words, actually.
Robert Miller: Then you married an idiot.
Dave: I was adopted. I never knew my real dad. You could be my dad for all I know. Are you my dad?
Calvin Weir-Fields: I have you. I don't need anyone else.
Ruby Sparks: That's a lot of pressure.
Dredge: No monsters allowed in the hallway! You, you'll have to leave immediately! You have to leave now!
Bruce: Dredge, no! Get away from them! What are you doing!?
Dredge: This... Is a boarding school for orphaned children, not orphaned monsters! You-Your assignment for next week is to prepare a 10-page- no, no, no, no, make it a 100-page, single-spaced,12-point Helvetica apology, in bold, mind you, in bold...for trespassing on our property. Do you understand? Do you? Do you understand, you stupid, foul, skunky, stinky, ugly, slobbering monster!?
[Crypt Eaters pounce Dredge and Dredge screams in agony.].
Tobin Frost: Time's a-wasting. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Jean Carrack: You're scared, and scared people holding guns in my face... That scares me.
Mike: Feelings are like kids. You don't want them driving the car, but you don't want to stuff them in the trunk, either.
Steve Stifler: Ladies, you'd better be working hard - you weren't hired for your looks. Actually you were. Not you.