Sheriff of Nottingham: Locksley! I'm gonna cut your heart out with a spoon.
Robin Hood: Then it begins.
Joe: No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
The Phantom: Softly, deftly, music shall carress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.
Principal Mcgee: If you play an instrument, remember, it is better to play with a group then with yourself.
Verbal Kint: The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
Mr. Han: You've already proven everything you needed to prove. Why do you still want to fight?
Dre Parker: Because I'm still scared. No matter what happens, tonight, after I leave, I don't want to be scared anymore.
Surveillance Guy: Who the fuck are you?
Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
David Lightman: [On the computer] Hello, are you still playing the game?
Joshua: Of course. I should reach Defcon 1 and release my missiles in 28 hours. Would you like to see some projected kill ratios?
David Lightman: Sixty-nine percent of the housing destroyed. Seventy-two million people dead. [Types into computer] Is this a game or is it real?
Joshua: What's the difference?
Jordan Belfort: I fucked her brains out... For eleven seconds.
Hector: All my life I've lived by a code; and the code is simple: Honor the gods, love your woman, and defend your country. Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!
Red: There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
Louden Swain: But all I ever settled for is that we're born to live and then to die, and... we got to do it alone, each in his own way. And I guess that's why we got to love those people who deserve it like there's no tomorrow. 'Cause when you get right down to it - there isn't.
Peter: There's no-one like you, Covey.
Mrs. Doubtfire: I hope you don't mind me being a tad rude, but... How was he? You know, on a scale of 1 to 10?
Miranda: Well, that part was always... Okay.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Just okay? Well, he was probably a Casanova compared to poor old Winston.
Miranda: What was the matter with Winston?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Oh dear, Winston's idea of foreplay was "Effie, brace yourself."
Prince Henry: I have been born to privilege, and with that comes specific obligations.
Leonardo da Vinci: Horseshit.
Sgt. Burton: There's a bullet out there for everyone. Their name's written real small on the side... and it's coming.
Young Shirley Valentine: Well, tickle my tits 'til Friday.
Penny: Oh, come on, ladies. God wouldn't have given you maracas if He didn't want you to shake 'em.
Gen. Glen McMahon: God damn it, Pete. Why are you fat?