Hoffman: You wanna know the only thing that's wrong with killing you, Jill? I can only do it once.
Laurie Strode: He's waited for this night... he's waited for me... I've waited for him.
Paige Prescott: Detective Vaughn, please remove your hand from my thigh.
Det. Leon Vaughn: Okay, where would you like me to put it?
Paige Prescott: How about up your ass?
Sergeant Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?
Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis.
Sergeant Howie: What?
Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.
Sergeant Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?
Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.
Alicia Marcus: I still own 50% of this company.
Dr. Isaacs: And what do you intend to do with that?
Alicia Marcus: You are co-owner of this corporation, but Wesker... Wesker is still an employee.
Wesker: I don't have to take your orders. My loyalties are with him.
Alicia Marcus: I know. Albert Wesker, you're fired.
Nora: You miss him...like a boyfriend. You miss your zombie boyfriend?