Henry Brougham: Are you expecting a letter?
Dudley: Well, you never know. If I did get one, the stamp would certainly be worth saving.
Lucy Muir: I wish you wouldn't swear. It's so ugly.
Captain Gregg: If you think that's ugly, it's a good thing you can't read me thoughts.
David Sutton: My liver rushes in where angels fear to tread.
Ronnie Jackson: Everything you touch turns to rigormortis.
Edgar Bergen: Yes, the voice of this golden harp cast a magic spell of joy and prosperity over the valley, but it was too good to last.
Charlie McCarthy: I knew there was a catch in it.
Edgar Bergen: For one day.
Charlie McCarthy: They built a school house.
Edgar Bergen: No, no.
Father: I'm going to be baptized.
End Title Card: To the people of the 25th Century: The was THE beginning. Only you, and those who have lived between us and you, can know THE END.
Cahill: Mr. Ballentine, you're the defendant in this case, are you not?
Larry Ballentine: I am.
Cahill: Charged with the brutal murder of Verna Carlson.
Larry Ballentine: That's right.
Cahill: Are you willing to describe for the jury - to describe truthfully - the events which led to the placement of that charge?
Larry Ballentine: I certainly am.
Cahill: To the jury, please.
Doris: Would you please tell her that you're not really Santa Claus, that actually is no such person?
Kris Kringle: Well, I hate to disagree with you, but not only is there such a person, but here I am to prove it.
Sister Ruth: Sister, the schoolroom is overflowing with children. We've nothing unpacked yet. No one understands the language. There are too many of them anyway, and they all smell.
Tommy Marlowe: What a vocabulary! Wait until I spring this on Pat.
Connie Lane: Why don't you just hit her over the head with a hockey stick?
Bugs Bunny: Of course you know, this means war.
Chihuahua: Nobody loves me.
Jeff: How big a chump can you get to be? I was finding out.
Mrs. Kraft: You know, you ought to put on some meat, Laury. You're so skinny, can't grab hold of you anywhere.
Laury Palmer: I haven't noticed anybody having any trouble.
Nick Bianco: What happened? You came here to tell me what happened. Why did you change your mind? Scared of hurting me? Look, Nettie... I'm the kind of guy you can't hurt. It doesn't matter.
Bugs Bunny: Ah, my public. How they love me.
Phil Green: You want the moon.
John Minify: Yeah... with parsley.
Charlie Davis: Get yourself a new boy. I retire.
Roberts: What makes you think you can get away with this?
Charlie Davis: What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.