Reporter: Conners, can we have a few words?
Quentin Conners: Yeah, I have two words for you. Blow me.
Vladimir: My companion seems to be missing. I do not know what has become of him.
Evelyn Ryan: Do you know that U.S. Army research has shown a relationship between intelligence and willingness to eat unfamiliar foods?
Catherine: Do you want to go?
Hal: I want to stay here with you.
Catherine: Oh.
Hal: I want to spend the day with you, if at all possible, I want to spend as much time with you as I can, unless I'm coming on way too strong right now and scaring you, in which case I'll begin back-pedalling immediately.
Lt. Colonel Mucci: General, this is the man who led the raid... Captain Prince.
General Kreuger: Congratulations, soldier. I'm very sorry for your losses, but I want to let you know you men have done a great service to your country.
Captain Prince: Thank you, sir.
Bettie Page: I'm not ashamed. Adam and Eve were naked in the Garden of Eden, weren't they? When they sinned, they put on clothes.
Prince Sadir: Cale, you look me in the eye and you tell me that you think that your horse has a chance at beating my brother's horse.
Cale Crane: My horse will beat every horse that shows up.
Alex: My grandfather informs me that is not possible.
Hayley Stark: It's not me you need to worry about. It's Janelle. I called her, told her I was lieutenant Hayley from the LAPD. How far does she live, Jeff?
Nick Persons: Oh Damn! Boy Didn't you hear what I just said?
Lindsey Kingston: Ooh, you just swore.
Nick Persons: Your damn right I swore, that's about $400 dollars worth of damage to my new car.
Lindsey Kingston: That's twice! Now you have to put two dollars in the swear jar.
Pinhead: When you attempted to live beyond death, you entered into my domain.
Winter: Oh my God.
Pinhead: You should be very careful what you wish for. It just might come true.
Drew Baylor: No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life.