Buffy: I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm in a graveyard with a strange man hunting for vampires on a school night.
Ben: If you kill a whale, you get Greenpeace and Jacques Cousteau on your back, but wipe out sardines and you get a canning subsidy.
Shannon Christie: Pretend you love me.
Joseph Donnelly: I pretend I love you.
Shannon Christie: I pretend I love you, too.
Cora Munro: Yes! Go ahead.
Duncan: What the bloody hell plan is this?
Cora Munro: I want you to go.
Hawkeye: If we go, there's a chance there won't be a fight. There's no powder. If we don't go in that, there's no chance. None! Do you understand?
Duncan: Coward.
Ricky Roma: You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead.
Jack Ryan: I'm not after your job, Marty. I'm after the man who tried to kill my family.
Pinhead: Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh.
Joey: I don't believe you.
Pinhead: Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart.
Nick: Adam! Don't eat us.
Olaf Andersen: Now the question is, can we get the shit back into the horse?
Officer Pete Davis: Arrest you? I could kill you.
Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?