Bob: Why do you talk so dirty, Maggie?
Maggie: Why do you talk so faggy, Bob?
The Man: Something good happens, "It's His will." Something bad happens, "He moves in mysterious ways."
Murphy: It's the Antonia Graza. Jesus Christ.
Murphy: These Italian liners, ya know, they couldn't compete for speed, so they built these floating art palaces instead.
Murphy: I do know one thing. I've seen strange things happen in the strait. But I know something else. Sea gives you an opportunity, you take it.
Byron: And here I thought you that contradiction in terms: an intelligent woman.
Friedrich Bhaer: I am going to the west. They need teachers and they are not so concerned about the accent.
Jo March: I don't mind it either.
Friedrich Bhaer: You do not take wine?
Jo: Only medicinally.
Friedrich Bhaer: Pretend you've got a cold.
Friedrich Bhaer: You must write from life, from the depths of your soul.
Verna: Leo's got the right idea. I like him, he's honest and he's got a heart.
Tom Reagan: Then it's true what they say. Opposites attract.
Tom Reagan: Then it's not just the money he's after. He's got a wart on his fanny.
Johnny Caspar: Huh?
Tom Reagan: He's got a wart. On his fanny. Giving him the fidgets.
Tom Reagan: So, uh, you didn't see Bernie Birnbaum before he was shown across?
Clarence "Drop" Johnson: Uh, no?
Tom Reagan: Seen him since?
Leo O'Bannion: You hear about Rug?
Tom Reagan: Yeah, RIP.
Leo O'Bannion: They took his hair, Tommy. Jesus, that's strange, why would they do that?
Tom Reagan: Maybe it was injuns.
Johnny Caspar: You can't say, "I told you so."
Tom Reagan: I don't say that and I don't like people who do.
Tom Reagan: So what's the deal, you get to live and Verna has to be Leo's girl?
Bernie: I have nothing to do with that, she'll sleep with anyone Tom, you know that! She even tried to teach me a thing or two about bed antics once. Some crackpot idea about saving me from my friends. She's a sick twist all right.
Tom Reagan: She speaks highly of you.
Bernie: Yeah, well, you stick by your family.
Verna: You think you've raised hell.
Tom Reagan: Sister, when I've raised hell, you'll know it.
Tom Reagan: Hello, Brian. Still fighting the good fight?
Cop - Brian: Hello, Tom! Neither rain nor wind nor snow.
Tom Reagan: That's the mailman.
Tom Reagan: If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.
