Elliot Mantle: You could adopt.
Claire Niveau: It wouldn't have been part of my body.
Elliot Mantle: I know what you mean.
Capt. Bartholomew Clark: Let's get the basic relationship down... I'm the lifeguard, you're the drowning man. If you relax, I can bring you to shore. If you fight me, then I'll have to slap you around.
Wanda Saknussemm: Bitchin' left hook, Crassus.
Preston Tucker: Isn't that the idea? To build a better mouse trap?
Abe: Not if you're a mouse.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Sgt. Moses Hightower: Sir, I realize this is your jurisdiction. But if there is a rescue attempt, we would like to volunteer.
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Commissioner Murdock, I couldn't agree more. I think it is vital that the rescues know Commandant Lassard intimately. Now, I can vouch for the abilities of these officers. After all, I trained them myself.
Sgt. Larvell Jones: Must be the drugs.
Reggie: Come on. Lets go kick some ass.
Smiley: Fuck you Perry.
Perry: That's right Smiley, "fuck you" covers just about everything.
Chick Gandil: You go back to Boston and turn seventy grand at the drop of a hat? I find that hard to believe.
Sport Sullivan: You say you can find seven men on the best club that ever took the field willin' to throw the World Series? I find that hard to believe.
Chick Gandil: You never played for Charlie Comiskey.
Vance: We do not want to end up with a low potassium level.
Pee-wee: Duh, Vance! You'd think I never went to agricultural junior college.
Hercule Poirot: People like to talk, and in doing so they tell the truth. It puts less of a strain on the memory.
Charlie: I gotta go where the cosmic winds blow me. I gotta go... where no man has gone before.
Tangina: My God! he found heR.
Maddy: "Need a little touch-up work" my ass.
Camille Claudel: You're wrong to think it's about you. You're a sculptor, Rodin, not a sculpture. You ought to know. I am that old woman with nothing on her bones. And the aging young girl... that's also me. And the man is me too. Not you. I gave him my toughness. He gave me his emptiness in return. There you are... three times me. The Holy Trinity, trinity of emptiness.
Michael: Let her go.
Mr. Big: Shut up! Don't you talk to me. You shut up.
Mr. Bobrucz: You, Fifi, can take your French fruit and stuff it up your big bird.
Richard Walker: This is an emergency. Do you understand?
U.S. Security Officer: Yes sir, I do.
Richard Walker: You understand but you don't give a damn? Is that it?