Prologue: A gun, like any other source of power, is a force for either good or evil, being neither in itself, but dependent upon those who possess it.
Mrs. Kathleen York: Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?
Lt. Col. Kirby York: I never want to kiss you goodbye, Kathleen.
Man on street: Hey Noah, what are you doing with that Ark?
Frank Gilbreth: Collecting animals like the good Lord told me brother. All we need now is a jackass. Hop in.
Lola Manners: You never know when a girl might need a bullet.
Jaq: Lucify. That's him. Meany, sneaky. Jump at you. Bite at you.
Joe Gillis: You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.
Norma Desmond: I am big! It's the pictures that got small.
Veta Louise Simmons: Myrtle Mae, you have a lot to learn, and I hope you never learn it.
Daffy Duck: Captain John Smith marry-um Pocahontas, raise-um little poker chips.
Margo: Bill's thirty-two. He looks thirty-two. He looked it five years ago, he'll look it twenty years from now. I hate men.
Oscar 'Grizzly' Winters: Don't ever sneak into a camp like that, neighbor! Not up here in the Gold Country where a feller usually shoots first and buries his mistakes.
Priest: A man's been murdered.
Commoner: So what? Only one? Why, up on top of this gate, there's always five or six bodies. No one worries about them.
Allan Quatermain: ...in the end you begin to accept it all... you watch things hunting and being hunted, reproducing, killing and dying, it's all endless and pointless, except in the end one small pattern emerges from it all, the only certainty: one is born, one lives for a time then one dies, that is all.
Long John Silver: And this'll be young Master Hawkins, I'll be bound. Hawkins - 'tis a proper seafaring name, too.
Daffy Duck: The Lord High Chamberlain was simply furious.
Porky Pig: I'm s-s-s-s-simply furious.
Daffy Duck: But Milady Melissa was simply delighted.
The Fair Melissa: I'm simply delighted.
Cochise: You should always wipe your hands on your arm after eating, tall one. The grease is good for them.
Tom Jeffords: Ah, among the white men, we wash it off.
Cochise: What a waste.
Bugs Bunny: And just who might you be?
Punkinhead Martin: I might be Teddy Rooseyvelt, but I ain't! I saw what you did to my brother.
Bugs Bunny: Action, he says. Action he shall get.
Sonia Kovac: No woman who wants something is a lady. If she is, she doesn't get it.
Kay Miniver: Death can be easy. It's living that's difficult.