Sidney Prescott: Sam, I want you to help us kill him.
Sam Carpenter: You want me to help you and the host of a morning show to commit murder?
Gale Riley: Correct.
Sidney Prescott: Yeah.
Big Mac: Caw caw motherfuckers. Let's blow this bitch.
Quentin Sellers: What we're recording here isn't your record. It's your sound... on the record that started with the very first moment in time. So when you sing this song, I want you think about what you're making is the record of your time here on this Earth. It's the sound that you scratch with your life... on the record of the universe. Okay?
Teenage Singer: OK.
Constable Stalker: Stop in the name of the Law.
Hercule Poirot: How many great stories are tragedies?
Lib Wright: That's a story, Kitty. I'm looking for facts.
Roy: Monk.
Roy: Who walks out into the cold, in December, in Chicago, without his coat?
Monk: I ain't good at riddles.
Vick Wallinger: We cannot afford the embarrassment of a prosecution. I need to know the man I send can do what's necessary.
Henry Pelham: You gonna say it?
Vick Wallinger: No, Henry, I'm not.
The Priest: There is so much more the body can be made to feel. And you'll feel it all, before we're through.
Tatiana Tasserly: It be-teaches us something about ourselves.
Fletch: Wow. Thank you. I think I have my pull quote.
Norma Jeane: Marilyn doesn't exist. When I come out of my dressing room, I'm Norma Jeane. I'm still her when the camera is rolling. Marilyn Monroe only exists on the screen.