[All ammunition has been confiscated.]
Marine: What are we supposed to use? Harsh language?.
Speed: Racing hasn't changed, and it never will.
Racer X: It doesn't matter if racing never changes. What matters is if we let racing change us. Every one of us has to find a reason to do this. You don't climb into a T-180 to be a driver. You do it because you're driven.
FBI: Here are your options. Door number one you go to prison for a very long time, door number two you help us get back the declaration from Ian, and you'll still go to prison for a very long time, but you'll feel good inside.
Ben Gates: Is there a door that doesn't lead to prision?
FBI: Someone's gotta go to prison, Ben.
Dean Charles Stanforth: We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away.
Paul Blart: Safety never takes a holiday.
Chucky: Don't fuck with the Chuck.
Owen Grady: Nervous flyer?
Franklin Webb: Would you ride a-a thousand pound horse that's been abused all its life?
Owen Grady: I rode my motorcycle through the jungle with a pack of raptors.
Franklin Webb: We're not compatible. (00:21:50)
Frank Drebin: Hey, Rocco. Who's the old bag? She take one in the face?
Rocco: She's my mother.
Frank Drebin: Oh. Mrs. Dillon, your son is a ruthless, sadistic, cold-blooded animal. You must be very proud of him.
Mrs. Dillon: I am.
Zeus: He said, "how many were going to St. Ives, " right? The riddle begins, "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives!" The guy and his wives aren't going anywhere.
John McClane: What are they doing?
Zeus: Sitting in the fucking road! Waiting on the moor! How the hell should I know?
Barney Ross: That's how we deal with death. Can't change what it is so, we keep it light until it's time to get dark... and then we get pitch black. (00:53:55)
Detective Spooner: Somehow, 'I told you so' just doesn't quite say it.
Jonah Hill: Dear God, it's me, Jonah Hill... From Moneyball.
[Poe is looking out of the back of the plane at the DEA agent's car tethered to it, flapping about.]
Cameron Poe: On any other day, that might seem strange.
Cyrus: Can you dig it?!
Stig: Just because you put your finger in your belly button and brown shit comes out don't mean it's your asshole.
Father Janovich: Why didn't you call the police?
Walt Kowalski: Well you know, I prayed for them to show up but nobody answered.
Red Webster: Don't ever marry an ugly woman. Just sucks the life right out of you.