Greg Samson: Let me add that if I catch the kidnapper of my poor son, I'll offer him Christian forgiveness. Then I'll skin his honkers and use 'em for shammy cloths.
Fred Neff: Men are dates, date substitutes or potential dates. I find that dehumanizing.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: We'll talk again. I believe tomorrow morning you'll find you've got a team, want one or not.
Pfc. Franklin Fairchild Bean: I will not.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: I will not, sergeant! That's a gig, Lamar.
Cpl. Harold Lamar: Gig for Bean.
MSgt. Otis V. McKinney: And gigs mean trouble.
Amy Wallace: You know all your friends from the force? You don't have them anymore.
David Ackerman: I'm going to blow that shit you call brains all over my partner here.
Red Skull: Assassination isn't worth the trouble. It took me two years to find Sirhan. Three to find Oswald. The King job alone cost me over twenty million dollars. What do we get for our pains? Saints. Martyrs to the cause.
Mouseking: Come back here! There's no-one to save you now, Nutcracker! There's no escaping me.
Warwick: We're going to hell...together!
Napoleon Stone: You are dancing around with a cheeseburger.
Brian Hope: Look Charlie, some con men sell life insurance. The church sells afterlife insurance. It's brilliant! Everyone thinks you might need it, and no-one can prove you don't.
Charlie McManus: The church isn't selling anything, Brian.
Brian Hope: Oh! Well, if the church isn't selling anything how did it get to be so rich? Just remember, wherever there's a deep human need there's money to be made.
Charlie McManus: You think so?
Brian Hope: Of course, look at Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Rick Jarmin: What does it matter to you - you're happily married?
Marianne Graves: I'm not.
Rick: Not happy?
Marianne: Not married.
Rosalie Boca: They look like drug addicts.
Devo Nod: Well, they are drug addicts.
Rosalie Boca: Oh my God! You hired drug addicts?
Devo Nod: Who'd you expect me to hire? The Red Cross?
Nadja: They seem like very polite boys.
Rosalie Boca: I don't like having drug addicts in my house.
Nadja: Oh no, Rosalie. Don't think of them as drug addicts. Think of them as killers.
Molly: ...you have no respect for women.
Joey: I guess dinner and a blow job's out of the question.
Molly: I guess.
Joey: We'll forget dinner.
Bastian Bux: All right, Xayide. I will make my last wish. I wish... for you to have a heart.
Bob the Turk: I warn you, do not make me do something that I would not do, unless someone made me do it because they didn't do something someone told them to do.
Gus Cardinale: Don't worry Bob, I would never do something to make someone do something to someone, because that someone didn't do something that someone wanted them to do.
Bob the Turk: I'm glad we understand each other.
Gus Cardinale: ...Me too.
Jacob's Doctor: You're a lucky guy, Jake. You must have friends in high places.
Dr. Herbert West: Blasphemy? Before what? God? A God repulsed by the miserable humanity He created in His own image? I will not be shackled by the failures of your God. The only blasphemy is to wallow in insignificance. I have taken refuse of your God's failures and I have triumphed. There! THERE is my creation.