Claire Huddesen: You oughta feel proud that three sailors from the United States Navy got off the ship for one day, and what did they do? Were they thirsty for hard liquor? No. They were thirsty for culture. Were they running after girls? No. They came running to the museum to see your dinosaur. For months out at sea they were dreaming about your dinosaur.
Monty Stratton: Honey, do you know there's a tailor in Chicago that gives a suit of clothes away to any ballplayer that hits the scoreboard in center field? As of yesterday the New York Yankees are the best dressed team in baseball.
Harry Lime: What did you want me to do? Be reasonable. You didn't expect me to give myself up... 'It's a far, far better thing that I do.' The old limelight. The fall of the curtain. Oh, Holly, you and I aren't heroes. The world doesn't make any heroes outside of your stories.
Charley Enley Kyng: Too much tension... it's always coming to bat with the bases loaded.
Samson: Your arms were quicksand. Your kiss was death. The name Delilah will be an everlasting curse on the lips of men.
Connie Ennis: If you wish for things you can get, you're gonna be happy. If you wish for real big things, all you're gonna get is real big disappointments.
Adam Bonner: No matter what you think you think, you think the same as I think.
General Savage: No, Sir. I didn't hear a thing. It must have been radio malfunction.
General Pritchard: Do you mean you're going to stick to that fairy tale?
General Savage: Yes, sir. There's one more thing you might as well know, sir. The 918th got through today, and bombed the target when nobody else did. And if Providence ever drops into my lap, another chance like that to give this group the pride it out to have in itself, I may have radio malfunction again, sir.
Soames Forsyte: I wish you'd allow me to choose your friends.
Irene Forsyte: As you choose my dresses?
Soames Forsyte: I think you'd admit that I've made you one of the best-dressed women in London. Surely you have no complaints on that score.
Sadie Burke: How'd you get him here? He was out stiff.
Jack Burden: A hair of the dog that bit him.
Sadie Burke: Hair? He must've swallowed the dog.
Announcer: The dogs are going into their starting boxes. Now they're on edge for this race. Bill's Bunion looks a little sore. Pneumatic Tire's rounding into shape. Father's Moustache looks a little droopy. Motorman's Glove will have a hand in it. Bride's Biscuit is hard as a rock. Grandpa's Folly is out of it. He's being scratched.
Eddie O'Brien: How many times have I told you to pick on somebody your size?
Dennis Ryan: There ain't nobody my size.
Cody Jarrett: To me, you're a face and a number, and let's keep it that way.