Quintus Arrius: Your eyes are full of hate, forty-one. That's good. Hate keeps a man alive. It gives him strength.
Lt. Cmdr Matt T. Serman: Sir, Sea Tiger was built to fight. She deserves a better epitaph than 'Commissioned 1940, sunk 1941, engagements none, shots fired none.' Now, you can't let it go that way. That's like a beautiful woman dying an old maid, if you know what I mean by old maid.
Capt. J.B. Henderson: Did you ever sell used cars?
Lt. Cmdr. Matt T.Sherman: No, Sir.
Capt. J.B. Henderson: I've got a hunch you missed your calling.
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.
[Roger Thornhill's matchbook carries the initials RoT.]
Eve Kendall: What does the O stand for?
Roger Thornhill: Oh, nothing.
Sugar: Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Brad Allen: I've had hangovers before, but this time, even my hair hurts.
Major Kendall: I don't understand a man like Miles giving up that easily.
Col. John Marlowe: Maybe losing that arm took some of the fight out of him.
Major Kendall: No... the man I knew could lose both arms and still try to kick you to death.
Colonel Tom Edwards: For a time we tried to contact them by radio but no response. Then they attacked a town, a small town I'll admit, but never the less a town of people, people who died."
Annie: How do you tell a child that she was born to be hurt?
Count Saknussem: I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
Sister: It's Matron's round.
Percy Hickson: Mine's a pint.
Anne Frank: You know what I do when I think I can't stand another minute cooped up? I think myself outside.
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.
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?
Flora: Now Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure, that evil die and good endure.
Dr. Radford Baines: Hematoxic syndrome - it must be hematoxic syndrome.
Dr. Warren Chapin: I came because I was a bit worried about your wife, a shock like that can have bad after effects you know.
Oliver 'Ollie' Higgins: You know I've been worried about her too, she hasn't eaten hardly a thing and she can't sleep. Ever since she saw that blood, she just roams around the theater all night.
Mr. Brown: Don't worry about the way the world's run, lad. Enjoy it while you're young.
Capt. Tom Reynolds: I'm not sure I can even spell democracy and I don't know what the big picture even looks like but I know you've got a big mouth.