Morgana: Your eyes never leave me, Merlin.
Merlin: Can't I acknowledge beauty?
Morgana: Can't you acknowledge... love? Perhaps you ache for what you've never known.
Merlin: Perhaps you lust for what you cannot have.
Mordred: Any message for your dear brother, my father?
Morgana: You are my message.
Betty McLeish: And that umbrella looks as though it's seen better days.
Roy Courtnay: That's seen me through the war.
Betty McLeish: Yes, on the losing side by the looks of it.
Alfred Hitchcock: I will never find a Hitchcock blonde as beautiful as you.
Alma Reville: Oh, Hitch. I've waited thirty years to hear you say that.
Alfred Hitchcock: That, my dear, is why they call me the Master of Suspense.
Madame Mallory: What is this flavor that is fighting against the chicken?
Hassan: I added some spices for flavor to the sauce, and coriander for garnish and freshness.
Madame Mallory: But why change a recipe that is 200 years old?
Hassan: Because, madam, maybe 200 years is long enough.
John Spencer: Is that really you, Ella?
Ella Spencer: Of course it's me! Who are you?
John Spencer: I'm me! John.
Ella Spencer: No, you're not. My John is a young teacher. It's charming. Very handsome. Educated. I want him back. You stole him from me and want you to give him back.
John Spencer: Oh boy, if I could I would. He was stolen from me, and was stolen from you too.
Ella Spencer: It's just something I really need to do with your father.
Sarah Ross: Frank said you wanted me with you.
Victoria: Yes I though it might be nice to have a bit of girl time together. You know, get to know each other. And I just wanted to tell you that in all the years I've known Francis, I've never seen him like this. So if you break his heart, I will kill you and bury your body in the woods.
Sarah Ross: Wow! OK.
Victoria: I was in love with an agent once.
Sarah Ross: What happened?
Victoria: Well, I was with MI6, and the relationship wasn't... Sanctioned. So when it came to light, my loyalty was questioned, and I was ordered to kill him. It was a test.
Sarah Ross: What did you do?
Victoria: I put three bullets in his chest.
Marvin Boggs: I remember the Secret Service being tougher.
Victoria: Me too.
Leigh Ann Watson: It's completely factual, she was burned at the stake.
Mrs. Tingle: Always the victim, aren't we, Ms. Watson?
Leigh Ann Watson: Well there are certain similarities between society today and seventeenth century Salem. I guess that would be the irony of it all.
Mrs. Tingle: Irony is the opposite of what is or might be expected. For example, if Ms. Watson was expecting an A on her history project, she might find the actual result to be rather ironic.
Principal Potter: I was thinking.
Mrs. Tingle: No, don't do that Mr. Potter, we still prefer that bristling wind effect you have on us.
Mrs. Tingle: Oh, by the way... happy birthday.
Principal Potter: It's not my birthday, Mrs Tingle.
Mrs. Tingle: No, not your natal birthday, the AA one. You've been sober, how long is it now?
Principal Potter: Four years.
Mrs. Tingle: There! I knew it was this week. Me and dates, you know, that's the curse of being a history teacher. Well congratulations, that's quite an accomplishment. Just think, not one sip of alcohol in over four years, that's almost... unbelievable.
Hedda Hopper: Now listen, Ed, we'll picket every theater that movie is in unless you pull the prints tonight, and you get that traitor's name off it.
Edward 'Ed' Muhl: Hedda, you can't put me in this position. That's expensive and pointless.
Hedda Hopper: Then you can kiss your movie, your studio, and your miserable ass goodbye.
Hedda Hopper: We've been friends for a long time. When did you become such a bastard?
Kirk Douglas: I've always been a bastard. You just never noticed.
Maria Altmann: If I'm going back, I might as well do it in style.
Maria Altmann: My sister, Louise-I truly loved her, but truth is, we were always competitive. If life is a race, you beat me to the finish. But if life is a boxing match, I'm the last one standing.
Gustav Bloch-Bauer: And now... as you go... I ask you only one thing... my liebling.
Young Maria Altmann: What is it, papa?
Gustav Bloch-Bauer: Remember us.
Maria Altmann: I don't know if I have the strength to deal with these people, and I've only been here a day.
Maria Altmann: They'll never admit to what they did, because if they admit to one thing, they'll have to admit to it all.
