Father James Lavelle: The limits of His mercy have not been set.
Constantine: My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!
Dominic Badguy: You mean our names, right?
Constantine: Of course. My name first, then spacebar, spacebar, spacebar... Your name.
Judge: Mr. Peabody, you are a Nobel Prize-winning scientist. An advisor to heads of state. A captain of industry. Why would you want to adopt a boy?
Mr. Peabody: Because, your honor, when I found Sherman, it reminded me of how I started out in life. And now, I want to give him the one thing I always wanted. A home.
Judge: And you're sure you're capable of meeting all the challenges of raising a human boy?
Mr. Peabody: With all due respect, how hard could it be?
Jewel: We are not people, we're birds. We have to get out into the wild and be birds, Blu.
Lydia: Selfish people live longer.
Mrs. Bird: You just don't get it, do you?
Henry Brown: What?
Mrs. Bird: This family needed that wee bear every bit as much as he needed you. There. Said my piece.
King Louis XIV: I will go slowly mad.
Mr. Poppy: Santastic.
Dave Harken: Hello Nick, guy who saved my life, guy who fucked my wife.
Ocinski: Hey, uh, your dad the one that taught you how to fight?
Oliver: No, my babysitter.
Philip Parker: Hey Paul.
Paul Dumphy: Phillip my man.
Philip Parker: Nice boobs Alexander.
Carlos Sanchez: All of the Sanchezes have been bullfighters. All of them.
Grandma: I was a beast in the ring. A beast.
Keith: Although I was only gone for a few hours, I found myself missing you. Now, it's quite possible that if I'd stayed away a few more hours I'd have just completely got over that, but now we'll never know.
Molly: I love fiction books. Do you?
Eggbert: No, they're not real.
Oren Little: And when you sing "Cry Me a River," it doesn't have to be the whole river.
Jenko: I'm your best nightm... I'm your worst nightmare.
Jon Burroughs: He said I was cherishable, and he picked me to join the band.
Clara: You are fingers being told which keys to push.
Jon Burroughs: I push my own keys.
Clara: Ten little bits of bone and skin.
Jon Burroughs: And I'm perfectly capable of going to my furthest corners and composing music.
Clara: Your furthest corners?
Jon Burroughs: My furthest corners.
Clara: Someone needs to punch you in the face.
Martin: Has anyone ever told you you're a bit of an idiot?
Chris: I'm a politician, that's all they ever tell me.