Tina Harwood: Look, I'm sorry, but when the CIA wants to learn new dirty tricks they observe figure skaters and their moms.
Cuthbert 'Ted' Tinling: Now I have to ask, do you really intend to inflict blue suede shoes on ninety million members of the viewing public?
Billie Jean King: If they're good enough for Elvis, they're good enough for me.
Beret Girl: Max, Max, Max. Admit defeat, and defeat will surely admit you into permanent custody, my man.
Carl Colt: [Enters betting shop.] Twenty pounds to win, Ajay Bhatt.
Vijay: Hold on, isn't he playing your brother?
Bookmaker: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Carl Colt: Yeah, but curiously, I'm not.
Prof. Ned Brainard: Let's see, flying rubber... Flubber.
Branch Rickey: A box score - you know a box score is really democratic, Jackie. It doesn't say how big you are or how your father voted in the last election or what church you attend. It just tells you what kind of a ballplayer you were that day.
Jackie Robinson: Well, isn't that what counts?
Branch Rickey: It's all that ought to count, and maybe someday it's all that will count.
Sean Dawkins: Tonight we rejoice! We rejoice with the King in his motorcastle.
Gordie Boggs: Partyyy.
Singleton: Yeah, well, you play like a girl.
Hayley Goodfairer: Excuse me?
Mickey Ward: I'm the one who's fighting. Not you, not you, and not you.
Prince Sadir: Cale, you look me in the eye and you tell me that you think that your horse has a chance at beating my brother's horse.
Cale Crane: My horse will beat every horse that shows up.
Nick Benko: Don't fight it, Eddie! What are you trying to do, hold onto your self-respect? Did your self-respect help you hold your job? Did your self-respect give you a new column?
Kurt Warner: Do what you can do, till you can do what you want to do?
Sheryl Yoast: Y'all are acting like a bunch of sissies! Quit it.
Santiago Munez: I don't know where home is.
Roz Harmison: Yeah ya do. It's green an' it's got a goal post at each end.
Lew Nyack: Galahad was a knight in a tin suit. A hero with a halo. You understand that? Very courteous to broads, as I remember.
Popov: We're Russians! We demand you take us to the Russian imbecile.
Natalya: It's "Embassy," imbecile.
John Farley: You have a father?
Mr. Woodcock: Of course I have a father, Farley, I'm not Jesus.
Eric: I am not a man... I am Cantona.
George Foreman: Anger was my answer to everything. I couldn't stop myself from fighting. It was the only thing I did well.