Sheriff Hadley: You're gonna have a hard time getting my generation off the stage. Willie Nelson's still doing concerts.
John Marshall: Yeah, I mean, to be fair, Dad, Willie Nelson is a guitar player and he's not doing a lot of heavy police work.
Laurie Strode: I'm coming for you, Michael.
Mike: I know you're not going to believe this, but these things were here, right in the garage, and they were going to get me.
Jody: Aww, give me a break, would you?
Mike: They were jumping on the car and making these weird sounds.
Jody: You're sure it wasn't that retarded kid, Timmy, up the street?
Mike: No, it was the same thing that chased me last night.
Arnie Cunningham: Okay... show me.
Mary: You really wanna know what Norman's like?
Warren Toomey: Yeah.
Mary: Better than you'll ever be, fat boy.
Games Master WooTan Yu: At the end of the Kentucky derby, do you think horses get a prize?
Dodge: You want to build a raft?
Greer: I wanna build a raft.
Nathan Wallace: I'm the monster. I'm the villain. What perfection. What precision! Keen incisions, I deliver. Unscathed organs, I deliver. Repossession, I deliver. I'm the Repo! Legal assassin!
Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.
Jackie Price: How you doing?
Jack Starks: Better now.
George Lanter: I've been trying to kill myself all day!
Maid: He's crazy.
Martin: They're all crazy. They're all crazy except you and me. Sometimes I have my doubts about you.
Maid: Yes.
Alice: My name...is Alice. And I remember everything.
Pete: Bingo... Did you say bingo like the game in church basements?
Beaver: Well there's trim there.
Pete: Oh, Beaver.
Mike Anderson: Pushers get pushed. It's a sad fact of life, but that's how it is. Pushers get pushed.
Burt Gummer: Take a couple tablespoons of cement, and harden the hell up!
Cole Burris: I'm so hungry, I'd sell my Grandmother for a tic tac.