
Riff Randell: Tom Roberts is so boring his brother is an only child.

Melissa Henning: I've learned that suffering doesn't destroy faith, it refines it.

Dewey Cox: Edith, I am starting to think... that maybe you don't believe in me.
Edith: I do believe in you. I just know you're gonna fail.

Record Company Executive: Your fans are gospel folk, Johnny. They're Christians, and they don't wanna hear you singing to a bunch of murderers and rapists, tryin' to cheer 'em up.
Johnny Cash: Then they ain't Christians.

Moose: Does it always have to end up in a big, giant dance battle?

Patsy Cline: I can't stand it. Makes me want to scream and claw my face.

Garth Algar: Uhm, Wayne? What do you do if every time you see this one incredible woman, you think you're gonna hurl?
Wayne Campbell: I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. But if you spew and she bolts, then it was never meant to be.

Fat Amy: Listen, I don't want you guys to fight. You're Beca and Chloe, together you're Bhloe and everyone loves a good Bhloe.

Sigrit Ericksdottir: The elves went too far!

Beau Hutton: I enjoy playing music, I don't care who it's for.

Cynthia Hawkins: Do you steal the dresses of all singers?
Jules: No, no.
Cynthia Hawkins: So, I'M the lucky one! I have a fan?
Jules: I heard you in Bordeaux. And last year I went to Munich specially for the concert.
Cynthia Hawkins: You made the trip for me?
Jules: Yes, on the moped.
Cynthia Hawkins: On the moped. So, you ARE a real fan.

Honey HorneƩ: Take me, Garth!
Garth Algar: Where? I'm low on gas and you need a jacket.
Honey HorneƩ: I'm gonna be frank.
Garth Algar: OK. Can I still be Garth?

Frances: Blind Dog and Lightning Boy? Who the hell are you guys supposed to be?
Eugene Martone: We're bluesmen.
Willie Brown: I'm the bluesman, he's from Long Island.

Frank Rossi: You know why God made farts smell? So deaf people could enjoy them too.