Jean Paul Clement: Most people are together just so they are not alone. But some people want magic. I think you are one of those people.
Alice Park: You're just as bad as they are aren't you?
Simon: Nope, I'm a lot fuckin' worse.
Sugarman: I have seen him this crazy since his mother died.
Benji McGarvie: That's not "crazy," Mr. Sugarman. That's love.
Tad Gruzsa: You know why you're here.
Tim Kearney: Probably cuz you want me to roll over on somebody, right?
Tad Gruzsa: Wrong, we don't want you to roll over on somebody. We want you to be somebody.
Tim Kearney: That's what my mom used to say.
Molly Mahoney: Are you dying?
Mr. Edward Magorium: Light bulbs die, my sweet. I will depart.
Mindy: Oh, honey, it's OK. A lot could happen in 6 months.
Stan Minton: What's gonna happen, Wendy? Is my anus gonna grow teeth?
Maps: Just remember Misty, no matter what, you're still a December boy.
Winnie Mandela: When I married you, I knew I was marrying the struggle.
Pat: The Death Star would take out the Enterprise with one shot.
Jenny: The Enterprise has deflector shields.
Inspektor: You have no idea who you are?
Benjamin: We are journalists! We can't do this. It is unethical... and insane.
Simon: It would be a pleasure to personally catch him.
Benjamin: By ourselves. By ourselves. We don't even have any weapons.
Simon: If I gave you a gun, would you know how to use it?
Benjamin: No.
Simon: Then what the fuck are you complaining about?
Duck: I told you. The moment you start drinking that Bosnian brandy, the devil's sitting in the corner, just laughing.
Nika Boronina: What colour underwear am I wearing?
Agent 47: You're not wearing any underwear.
King: I trust you son, it's the talking mice I'm worried about!
Cesar: There's something more to this place. Our cells don't work. Neither does the T.V. Or radio. We're isolated.
Jamie Ashen: Remember: whatever happens, don't scream.
Ringo: What can I say, I'm an anime otaku at heart."
Ram Shankar Nikumbh: Lf you fancy racing, breed racehorses, dammit, not children.
Arthur: Woody Guthrie was dead, Little Richard was becoming a preacher, so whether you're a folksinger or a Christian, Rock'n'Roll was the devil.
