
Jim Stark: I didn't chicken. You saw where I jumped. What did I have to do, kill myself?

John Robie: Miss Stevens?
Frances Stevens: Yes, Mr. Burns?
John Robie: You know what I think?
Frances Stevens: About what?
John Robie: You.
Frances Stevens: I don't really care.

Alicia Pritchard: Mr. Griggs, a person is not a corporation! A person is flesh and blood... and feelings .

Lady: What's a... baby?
Jock: Well, they... they resemble humans.
Trusty: But I'd say a mite smaller.
Jock: Aye, and they walk on all fours.
Trusty: And if I remember correctly... they beller a lot.
Jock: Aye, and they're very expensive. You'll no be permitted to play wi' it.
Trusty: But they're mighty sweet.
Jock: And very very soft.
Tramp: Just a cute little bundle... of trouble.

Jud Fry: I ain't good enough for you, am I? I'm a hired hand. I got dirt on my hands. Pig slop. I ain't fit to touch you, am I - you're better. Oh, you're so much better, Miss Laurey Williams! Well we'll see how much better you are, and then you won't be so free and easy and hifalutin' with your airs! You such a fine lady.

The Girl: A stairway to nowhere! I think that's just elegant.