Captain Nemo: Think of it. On the surface there is hunger and fear. Men still exercise unjust laws. They fight, tear one another to pieces. A mere few feet beneath the waves their reign ceases, their evil drowns. Here on the ocean floor is the only independence. Here I am free! Imagine what would happen if they controlled machines such as this submarine boat. Far better that they think there's a monster and hunt me with harpoons.
Captain Nemo: Mr. Land, you saved my life. Why?
Ned Land: That's a good question. Well, there's only one thing a fella can do when he's made a mistake as big as this.
Conseil: What?
Ned Land: Get drunk.
Captain Nemo: The natives over there are cannibals. They eat liars with the same enthusiasm as they eat honest men.
Captain Nemo: I am not what is called a civilized man, Professor. I have done with society for reasons that seem good to me. Therefore, I do not obey its laws.
Captain Nemo: Do you know the meaning of love, professor?
Professor Pierre Aronnax, narrator: I believe I do.
Captain Nemo: What you fail to understand is the power of hate. It can fill the heart as surely as love can.
Professor Pierre Aronnax, narrator: I'm sorry for you. That's a bitter substitute.
Ed Avery: Childhood is a congenital disease - and the purpose of education is to cure it. We're breeding a race of moral midgets.
Ed Avery: God was wrong.
General Count von Klugermann: I'm afraid it's rather a small medal, Willi, but it's the highest Germany can give.
Willi von Klugermann: Thank you... Uncle.
Mr. Jordan: He's been drugged by those two downstairs. This is a murder. See how he's slowly sliding into the water?
Joe Pendleton: She loves me, Mr. Jordan.
Mr. Jordan: Joe, you must abide by what is written.
Lee: You were always so sweet to me, at Daddy's legendary Sunday lunches.
Philip: I can still see you sitting on Olivia DeHavilland's lap.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: What drives me insane is the twofold nature of this nymphet, of every nymphet perhaps, this mixture in my Lolita of tender, dreamy childishness and a kind of eerie vulgarity. I know it is madness to keep this journal, but it gives me a strange thrill to do so. And only a loving wife could decipher my microscopic script.
Charlotte Haze: Do you believe in God?
Humbert Humbert: The question is does God believe in me?
Prof. Humbert Humbert: I want you to live with me and die with me and everything with me.
Lolita: Do you always have to shave twice a day?
Prof. Humbert Humbert: Yes, of course, because all the best people shave twice a day.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: You know, I've missed you terribly.
Lolita: I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: Oh?
Lolita: But it doesn't matter a bit, because you've stopped caring anyway.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: What makes you say I've stopped caring for you?
Lolita: Well, you haven't even kissed me yet, have you?
Prof. Humbert Humbert: Are you Quilty?
Clare Quilty: No, I'm Spartacus. Have you come to free the slaves or something? (00:03:36)
Emperor Franz-Josef: Rudolph, what is this wall between us?
Archduke Rudolf: You should know, you built it. You tear it down, Father.
Oscar Wilde: Iced champagne is a favorite drink of mine, much against my doctor's orders.
Sir Edward Carson: Never mind your doctor's orders.
Oscar Wilde: I never do.
Ed Concannon: Why wasn't she getting oxygen?
Dr. Towler: Well, many reasons, really.
Ed Concannon: Tell me one.
Dr. Towler: She'd aspirated vomitus into her mask.
Ed Concannon: She threw up in her mask. Now cut the bullshit, please. Just say it: She threw up in her mask.
