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.
Lola Manners: You never know when a girl might need a bullet.
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.
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.
Long John Silver: Arrrh.
Sonia Kovac: No woman who wants something is a lady. If she is, she doesn't get it.
Tom Jeffords: Now, I was told that Apache boys and girls often pick those that they want to marry. Well, how can they do that if they can't get acquainted?
Sonseeahray: Oh, they get acquainted. There are ways.
Tom Jeffords: What ways?
Sonseeahray: They meet by accident where no-one sees them. Like my mother could see me here with you.
Kay Miniver: Death can be easy. It's living that's difficult.
Adam Dunne: Harry is an artist without an art.
Mary Bristol: What does that mean?
Adam Dunne: Well, that is something that could make a man very unhappy, Mary, groping for the right level, the means with which to express himself.
Mary Bristol: Yes, he is that. Is not he? I like that, Adam. It is a very nice thought.
Adam Dunne: Yes, but it can be dangerous.
Charlotte Inwood: He was an abominable man. Why do women marry abominable men?
Edie Johnson: It's none of your business what I do. It's a respectable job and I pay my own way.
Dr. Dan Wharton: And you are not living in Beaver Canal anymore?
Edie Johnson: Yeah I've come up in the world. I used to live in a sewer and now I live in a swamp. All those babes do it in the movies. By now I ought to be married to the governor and paying blackmail so he don't find out I once lived in Beaver Canal.
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.
Harry: From this distance it would only appear a mere speck.
Major Corrigan: A mere speck? Texas a mere speck?
Daffy Duck: Captain John Smith marry-um Pocahontas, raise-um little poker chips.
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.
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.
Doc Riedenschneider: Let's not stop. Wait till we get out of town, when we can do everything at once. Have a little meal, beer, a cigar. Go in comfort.
Frank Schurz, taxi driver: I can see you're a man who likes his pleasures.
Doc Riedenschneider: Well, Franz, what else is there in life, I ask you?
