Vincent Smith: I'm the biggest hypocrite of them all. My meats... I used preservatives.
Beetlejuice: The juice is loose!
Ed Warren: Come on, Bill. You're not a psychiatrist, and we're not here to talk about my father. What do you say we get down to business?
Sheriff Loomis: You listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch! There's a kid out there usin' his car to kill people, not that it's such a big deal since it seems to be your gang he's got it in for... so, if you guys try to take the law into your own hands, and that killer turns up dead, I'm gonna see you all sniffin' cyanide in the Arizona gas chamber.
Nancy Thompson: I grab the guy in my dream. You see me struggling so you wake me up. We both come out, you whack the fucker and we got him.
Glen Lantz: Are you crazy? Hit him with what?
Nancy Thompson: You're the jock. You have a baseball bat or something.
Edward Cullen: I love you. You're my only reason to stay alive... If that's what I am.
Edward Newgate: You're mad!
Silas Lamb: We're all mad Dr. Newgate. Some are simply not mad enough to admit it.
Mark Rumsfield: There go the Goddamn brownies.
Violet Devereaux: Child, I believe you broke my legs.
Louis Creed: My father used to have a saying, Jud. God sees the truth... But waits.
Chase Collins: I'm going to make you my Wee-yotch.
Richard B. Riddick: Not for me! Not for me.
Jane Coslaw: Aww, look out world, Marty the Great didn't get something he wanted.