Albert Prosser: Ah, shall we get to business, sir?
Henry Hobson: Young man, don't abuse a noble word.
Henry Hobson: I've noticed that if you get one marriage in a family, it goes through t'lot like meazles.
Dr. Moreau: I can't have this man. I can't have him aboard.
Captain Davies: Well, throw him overboard. That's what I did.
Dr. Moreau: Mr. Parker, do you know what it means to feel like God?
Dr. Moreau: Have you forgotten the house of pain?
Sayer of the Law: You! You made us in the house of pain! You made us... things! Not men! Not beasts! Part man... part beast! Things.
Dr. Moreau: What is the law?
Sayer of the Law: Not to eat meat, that is the law. Are we not men?
Beasts (in unison): Are we not men?
Dr. Moreau: What is the law?
Sayer of the Law: Not to go on all fours, that is the law. Are we not men?
Beasts (in unison): Are we not men?
Dr. Moreau: What is the law?
Sayer of the Law: Not to spill blood, that is the law. Are we not men?
Beasts (in unison): Are we not men?
Captain Donahue: What kind of a place did you say this was, Doc?
Dr. Moreau: I didn't say.
Dr. Moreau: Did you see that, Montgomery? She was tender like a woman. Oh, how that little scene spurs the scientific imagination onward.
Captain William Bligh: I'll live to see you - all of you - hanging from the highest yardarm in the British fleet.
Captain William Bligh: Can you understand this, Mr. Byam? Discipline is the thing. A seaman's a seaman. A captain's a captain. And a midshipman, Sir Joseph or no Sir Joseph, is the lowest form of animal life in the British Navy.
Captain William Bligh: Mr. Byam, if you were loyal when Christian escaped, l would have found you dead.
Judge Lord Thomas Horfield: I do not like to be interrupted in the middle of an insult.
Gracchus: This republic of ours is something like a rich widow. Most Romans love her as their mother but Crassus dreams of marrying the old girl to put it politely.
Gracchus: You and I have a tendency towards corpulence. Corpulence makes a man reasonable, pleasant and phlegmatic. Have you noticed the nastiest of tyrants are invariably thin?
Julius Caesar: I thought you had reservations about the gods.
Gracchus: Privately I believe in none of them - neither do you. Publicly, I believe in them all.
Gracchus: Julia, I don't like the sound of weeping. This is a happy house, please stop.
Batiatus: Come with us. See to it I don't misuse the money.
Gracchus: Don't be ridiculous. I'm a Senator.
