Maxim de Winter: Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls... or to be 36 years old.
Danny O'Neill: It seems to me I smell a mouse.
Ellen Miller: Somewhere around the house.
Mr. Powers: Foreign correspondent! I could get more news out of Europe looking in a crystal ball.
S. Quentin Quale: Lulubelle, it's you! I didn't recognize you standing up.
Michael Shayne: Hey, Steve, that brooch is as phony as a mother-in-law's kiss.
Elmer Fudd: Doggone you, old, mean wabbit.
Mr. Taggart: We've no guarantee that these theories of yours are workable.
Thomas A. Edison: Well, most electricity is theory yet.
Mr. Taggart: That's the trouble. Beyond a point what good is electricity anyway?
Thomas A. Edison: What good is a newborn baby?
Harriet Vane: May I ask what is your motive for liquidating this little animal?
Prof. Viktor Roth: May we not believe as we choose and allow others to do the same?
Ma Joad: Well, Pa, a woman can change better'n a man. A man lives sorta - well, in jerks. Baby's born or somebody dies, and that's a jerk. He gets a farm or loses it, and that's a jerk. With a woman, it's all in one flow, like a stream - little eddies and waterfalls - but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it thata way.
Frank James: I can't talk without thinking, not being a lawyer.
Capt. Geoffrey Thorpe: We've an old proverb in England that says, "Those who sail without oars stay on good terms with the wind."
James Lee Wong: Greetings. Only the eyebrows of youth would have the temerity to call the beard of age at such an hour.
Jiminy Cricket: Well... guess he won't need me anymore. What does an actor want with a conscience, anyway?
Oliver Hardy: Where's the basement?
Desk Clerk: Downstairs.
Pete: You know, I used to have a little cat once. And when it was left all alone, it'd cry... meeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwww.
Steve Banning: Those jackals are giving me goose pimples.
Babe Jenson: Aw they're giving me goose pimples on top of my goose pimples.
Knute, Age 7: Poppa, don't talk Norwegian, talk American. We're all Americans now, especially me. I'm left end.
Elizabeth Imbrie: What's this room? I've forgotten my compass.
Macaulay Connor: I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.
Don Diego Vega: I must please ask you to change the subject. His Excellency objects to talk of throat-cutting.
Captain Esteban Pasquale: Quiet, you Popinjay! I have no reason to letting you live either.
Don Diego Vega: What a pleasant coincidence. I feel exactly the same way about you Capitan.
Captain Esteban Pasquale: You wouldn't care to translate that feeling into action would you?
Don Diego Vega: I might be tempted. If I had a weapon.
Captain Esteban Pasquale: Would you.