Hondo Lane: You baked today. Smell fresh bread on you. And top of that you smell all over like a woman, rich and warm and soft. I could find you in the dark Mrs. Lowe.
Calamity Jane: Excitement? Why, I got more arrows in the back of that coach than a porcupine has got stickers.
Peter Pan: Don't you understand, Tink? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world.
Joe Starrett: What do you make of him?
Shane: He's no cowpuncher.
George Loomis: Too bad, they can't play it for you now, Rose.
Loco Dempsey: You don't think he's a little old?
Schatze Page: Wealthy men are never old.
Capt. Dooley: Tell them we're in a jam. Loosen up and lose some altitude. We're turning North West until we run out of gas.
Pilot: But if we go North West Captain, we'll fly right off the map. It says "unchartered" up that way.
Narrator: Give this man satin undies, a dress, a sweater and a skirt, or even the lounging outfit he has on, and he's the happiest individual in the world. He can work better, think better, he can play better, and he can be more of a credit to his community and his government because he is happy.
Diana: Then all the tales I've heard of you are true.
Marcellus Gallio: Every man makes enemies.
Diana: All your enemies seem to be women.
Princess Ann: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to.
Joe Bradley: Like what?
Princess Ann: Oh, you can't imagine. I-I'd do just whatever I liked all day long.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Everything I ever loved has been taken away from me, but not you, my Marie Antoinette, for I will give you eternal life.
Lt. Ted Wilks: It was bad judgment to bother a cop's widow about the love life of her husband.
Dave Bannion: Good or bad, it was my judgment.
Lt. Ted Wilks: You're missing the point. I'm the one that gets the pressure calls from upstairs. I'm the one that has to explain. You don't keep an office like this very long stepping on a lot of corns.
Dave Bannion: You want me to go upstairs and explain?
Lt. Ted Wilks: Not you. You're a corn stepper by instinct.
Daffy Duck: Would it be too much to ask if we could make up our minds, hmmmm?
Mrs. Hittaway: What good is a trailerite if not to help out another trailerite?
Lancelot: Aye, it is the valley of death... the Devil himself has plowed it under.