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.
Duke: What'd you give the Krauts for that egg?
Sefton: Forty-five cigarettes. The price has gone up.
Duke: They wouldn't be the cigarettes you took us for last night?
Sefton: What was I going to do with them? I only smoke cigars.
Bennett: Snorkers! Good-oh.
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.
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.
Dr Clayton Forrester: We prayed for a miracle.
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.
George Loomis: Too bad, they can't play it for you now, Rose.
Girl In Train Station: Gee, there's a mob of reporters and photographers over there.
Man In Train Station: Yeah, there must be some big shot aboard. Maybe the president.
Girl In Train Station: No, too many for that. Probably a movie star.
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.
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: Are you wondering whether I'm a witch?
Tommy: Aged 11: Suppose you are a witch?
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: Suppose I am.
Tommy: Aged 11: Would you do a guy a favor?
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: I've been waiting for twenty years to give a guy a favor.
Lady Beekman: You'll find I mean business.
Dorothy Shaw: Oh, really? Then why are you wearing that hat?
Flight Lt. Peter Ross: Hello.
Maria Gonzar: Hello.
Flight Lt. Peter Ross: So... you weren't killed.
Maria Gonzar: No... I hardly ever am.
Karen Holmes: You certainly chose a lovely spot for our meeting. I've had three chances to be picked up in the last five minutes.
Steve Aloysius Williams: Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing.
Dr. Wyatt: My theory is that this space ship, or whatever it was that he came in, operated on the principal of magnetic, rather than atomic, propulsion and that somewhere in the Outer Limits met with a condition where the earth's gravity pulled it down and it fell into the ocean and that he managed to save his life and reach shore.
Lt. Bowers: What you've told us is very interesting, Doctor.