Kurt Dussander: Boy, be careful. You play with fire.
Cogsworth: You know she will never love him.
Lumière: A broken clock is right two times a day, mon ami. But this is not one of those times.
Lumière: Cogsworth, look! A beautiful girl!
Cogsworth: Yes, I can see it's a girl; I've lost my hands, not my eyes.
Lumière: What if she is the one? The one who will break the spell?
Sir Leigh Teabing: As long as there has been... one true God, there has been killing in his name.
Sir Leigh Teabing: And this is from the gospel of Mary Magdalene herself.
Sophie Neveu: She wrote a gospel?
Robert Langdon: She may have.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Robert, will you fight fair?
Robert Langdon: She may have.
Sir Leigh Teabing: And he who keeps the keys to Heaven rules the world.
Sir Leigh Teabing: The Good Book did not arrive by facsimile from heaven.
Robert Langdon: This is an old wives' tale.
Sir Leigh Teabing: The original one, in fact.
Sir Leigh Teabing: It's called scotoma. The mind sees what it choses to see.
Robert Langdon: This is the original icon for male. It's a rudimentary phallus.
Sophie Neveu: Quite to the point.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes, indeed.
Robert Langdon: This is know as the blade. It represents aggression and manhood. It's a symbol still used today in modern military uniforms.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes, the more penises you have, the higher your rank. Boys will be boys.
James Whale: Oh, don't be daft.
James Whale: It is kind of you to indulge your elders in their vices. Just as I indulge the young in theirs.
James Whale: Oh, shut up. All we did was talk.
Clayton Boone: No, I don't have a girlfriend.
James Whale: Why not?
Clayton Boone: You have to kiss some ass to get a piece of it.
James Whale: Take off your shirt, and I'll tell you all about it.
James Whale: I've spent much of my life outrunning the past, and now it floods all over me.
James Whale: Bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling, for you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling? Grave, where thy victory?
James Whale: There was a time when this place was full of pricks. Big, hard, arrogant pricks.
Clayton Boone: Enough already. Isn't it bad enough that you tell me you're a fucking homo? You have to rub it in my face?
