Cobb: We need the heir of a major corporation to dissolve his father's empire.
Eames: Well, you see, right there you have various political motivations and anti-monopolistic sentiment and so forth, but all that stuff is at the mercy of your subjects own prejudice. What you have to do is start at the absolute basic.
Cobb: Which is what?
Eames: The relationship with the father.
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.
Inspector Clouseau: Let me bring you up to speed... We know nothing. You are now up to speed.
Jeff Dearly: Look, I heard you the first time, Bobby. I ain't mute.
Remy McSwain: If I can't have you, can I have my gator?
Hodge Starkweather: Everything you've heard... About monsters, about nightmares, legends whispered around campfires. All the stories are true.
Samantha: You thinking what I'm thinking?
Hennessey: I hope not, coz I'm thinking about how much my balls hurt.
Mamie Johnson: There's some kind of fiddle-faddle goin' around here.
Stan: What a stupid conversation.
Hamilton "Ham" Johnson: So tragic when this happens to somebody so young and healthy. Was she feeling all right last night?
Fletch: She felt great to me.
Newt: Great, we're all bloody inspired.
Harry Callahan: I know what you're thinking."Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?
Ichabod Crane: Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
Sam Ransom: Is that your head speaking, or another part of your anatomy?
Mrs. Pell: If you're ever in Des Moines, don't send me a postcard.
Cara Harding: Just because you're older, doesn't mean you're right. It could just mean that you've been wrong for longer.
Brian Taylor: I am the police, and I'm here to arrest you. You've broken the law. I did not write the law. I may disagree with the law but I will enforce it. No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathy. Nothing you do will stop me from placing you in a steel cage with gray bars. If you run away I will chase you. If you fight me I will fight back. If you shoot at me I will shoot back. By law I am unable to walk away. I am a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. I am fate with a badge and a gun. Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed, I think, I love, and yes I can be killed. And although I am but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me and I them. We stand watch together. The thin-blue-line, protecting the prey from the predators, the good from the bad. We are the police.