Sirius Black: Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?
Ludwig van Beethoven: It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer.
Stansfield: I love these calm little moments before the storm.
Norman Stansfield: Benny, get me everyone.
Benny: What do you mean, "everyone"?
Norman Stansfield: EVERYONE!
Dr. Smith: Never trust anyone, especially me.
Herman Mankiewicz: You cannot capture a man's entire life in two hours. All you can hope is to leave the impression of one.
Joe Orton: Have you been reading my diary?
Kenneth Halliwell: No.
Joe Orton: Why not? I would.
Kenneth Halliwell: Writing, John, is one tenth inspiration, nine tenths.
Joe Orton: Masturbation.
Kenneth Halliwell: I just want to go to the awards! I could! Look, "Joe Orton and guest." I'd behave. I wouldn't say a word, I promise.
Joe Orton: No.
Kenneth Halliwell: Why?
Joe Orton: Because it's for me. I wrote it.
Kenneth Halliwell: I gave you the title.
Joe Orton: Okay, so when they have awards for titles, you can go to that.
Kenneth Halliwell: At least you can say you've sat in the same chair as T.S. Eliot.
Joe Orton: Yes, I'm never going to wipe my bum again.
Kenneth Halliwell: Can you spell?
Joe Orton: Yes, but not accurately.
Alex Murphy: What kind of suit is this?
Dr. Dennett Norton: It's not a suit, it's you.
Alex Murphy: What the hell did you do to me?
Jack Grimaldi: I try to stop thinking. Try to get my head straight. If I could just get my head straight... then everything would be all right.
Jack Grimaldi: People think that Hell is fire and brimstone and the Devil poking you in the butt with a pitchfork, but it's not. Hell is when you should have walked away, but you didn't.
Jack Grimaldi: So you're the big hoodlum? Personally, I don't see it.
Mona Demarkov: Keep lookin'.
Jack Grimaldi: You don't own love. Love owns you.
Rosencrantz: Anyway, I don't believe in it.
Guildenstern: In what?
Rosencrantz: England.
Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?
Rosencrantz: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
Guildenstern: No, no, no. Death is not. Death isn't. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not be on a boat.
Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats.
Guildenstern: I think I have it: A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Rosencrantz: Or just as mad.
Guildenstern: Or just as mad.
Rosencrantz: And he does both.
Guildenstern: So there you are.
Rosencrantz: Stark, raving sane.
Gardner Elliot: What is your favorite thing about Earth?
Nathaniel Shepherd: Rain. My turn. What is your favorite thing to do on Mars?
Gardner Elliot: To pretend it's Earth.
