Old Thomas Nickerson: Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.
Hugo: Have you ever wondered what would happen, if all the geniuses, the artists, the scientists, the smartest, most creative people in the world decided to actually change it? Where, where could they even do such a thing? They'd need a place free from politics and bureaucracy, distractions, greed - a secret place where they could build whatever they were crazy enough to imagine.
Sheriff Franklin Hunt: Say goodbye to my wife. I'll say hello to yours.
Max: You know, hope is a mistake. If you can't fix what's broken, you'll go insane.
Poppa: You are me, and more.
Kevin Griswold: There was a hole in the side of my stall.
Rusty Griswold: Sounds like you found yourself a glory hole.
Dave: Hey, no smiling. You're still grounded. Remember?
Parthian Queen: Power is a conceit which reveals our limitations.
Gertrude Bell: Paradise has no time, age or sanctuary. Awaits us.
Benji Dunn: Let me guess. Presumed dead?
Ethan Hunt: Well tonight, I just made it official.
Fish: Alright, all secondary characters, come with me.
Scott Fischer: Sit down man, acclimatize.
Wyatt Earp: What's shakin' Twain?
Mark Twain: Hey, I'm good on anything. Just like gravy, baby. Good to see you my man.
Wyatt Earp: You too, man.
Wyatt Earp: Hey, I finally read Prince and the Pauper.
Mark Twain: Oh, is that right?
Wyatt Earp: Didn't get it.
Mark Twain: For reals?
Wyatt Earp: Satire! Boom! I got ya.
Litvenko: You're a bastard.
John Smith: I know.
Litvenko: No. You don't. You're a result of inferior technologies. A failed experiment. An Agent's advantage is not his body, John Smith. It's his mind. You will never be as good as him.
Petit's Mother: Edmond, could we reconsider... give him one more chance?
Petit's Mother: No, the carrots are cooked.
Jupiter Jones: The problem with Astrology? Total bullshit.
Margaret: Look, isn't that those Nestrians?
Flamingo: Oh, yeah. Finally they found where they belong.
Lion: Yeah, probably we should've told them at the check-in, don't you think?