Quintus Arrius: Your eyes are full of hate, forty-one. That's good. Hate keeps a man alive. It gives him strength.
Adm. Bridie: Would you have a glass of sherry - with an old man?
Lt. Hosgood (Bridie's secretary): No, sir. But, I would very much like to have one with you, sir.
John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.
Sugar: Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Anne Frank: I want to go on living even after I'm dead.
Sylvia Hunter: I'm perfectly willing to come to you whenever you want.
Ken Jorgenson: All summer?
Sylvia Hunter: All summer.
Ken Jorgenson: What about the winter? All the winters... all our lives?
Frederick Loren: The caretakers will leave at midnight, locking us in here until they come back in the morning. Once the door is locked, there's no way out. The windows have bars that a jail would be proud of, and the only door to the outside locks like vault. There's no electricity, no phone, no-one within miles, so no way to call for help.
Watson Pritchard: Like a coffin.
Showgirl: So, honeychile, you had a mammy.
Sarah Jane: Yes. All my life.
Antoine Doinel: I need some money for lunch, dad. Only 1,000 francs.
Julien Doinel: Therefore you hope for 500. Therefore you need 300. Here's 100.
Marshal Matt Morgan: Isn't there anybody in this town that's not afraid of Craig Belden?
Steve, Horseshoe Bartender': Sure! Graveyard's full of them.
Billy John: I don't know how much they're payin' you to bring me in, it ain't enough. Not nearly enough.
Ben Brigade: I'd hunt you free. Let's go.
Lt. J.g. Kenneth M. Braden: How come they call you Weary?
Weary: That's my name.
Lt. J.g. Kenneth M. Braden: Nickname?
Weary: No, sir, my real name. I'm the youngest of 13 children. I guess when I was born, my mother couldn't think of another name.
Earl Slater: What you doin' with such a big ol' dog in New York?
Dave Burke: Never had a wife.
Judge Weaver: Now, Mr. Dancer, get off the panties. You've done enough damage.
Benson Thacker: I have nothing against negroes, Ralph.
Ralph Burton: That's white of you.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: Danny, do you know anything about this guy, Regas?
Capt. Danny De Mortimer: Well... He's supposed to be in shipping, but I think he's an opium smuggler in wolf's clothing.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: What about Carla Vesari? She's quite a crock of curry.
Joan Dickinson: How do you want to handle this? Pleasant or unpleasant?
Carson, Construction Worker: What's the matter? Late for tea?
Joan Dickinson: All right. Unpleasant.
Mr. Brown: Don't worry about the way the world's run, lad. Enjoy it while you're young.