Earl Slater: What you doin' with such a big ol' dog in New York?
Dave Burke: Never had a wife.
Judge Weaver: One judge is quite like another. The only differences may be in the state of their digestions or their proclivities for sleeping on the bench. For myself, I can digest pig iron. And while I might appear to doze occasionally, you will find that I am easily awakened, particularly if shaken gently by a good lawyer with a nice point of law.
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.
Chase Winstead: Where's Pat and Liz?
Bob: Maybe their car broke down?
Chase Winstead: Hey! I worked on that car myself.
Bob: That wouldn't make any difference if he goofed the speed shift or something.
Chase Winstead: And that squirrel is just the one that could do it.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: They told me why you're taking the boy to Santa Cruz.
Ben Brigade: Did they?
Mrs. Carrie Lane: They'll hang him, won't they?
Ben Brigade: Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: He's so young.
Ben Brigade: He killed a man.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: It doesn't bother you, bringing him in, I mean.
Ben Brigade: No, ma'am.
Mrs. Carrie Lane: You just don't seem the kind that would hunt a man for money.
Ben Brigade: I am.
Rene: Bonjour, Madam.
Man in Street: Little devil.
CWO Sam Jacobs: If your ears start to twitch, will you let me know fast? I'll twitch with you.
Captain Richard Pearson: Captain, are you surrendering? Do you ask for quarter?
John Paul Jones: No sir! I have no yet begun to fight.
Tarzan: Death is never a pretty sight. We'll see it again before the hunt is over.
Benson Thacker: I have nothing against negroes, Ralph.
Ralph Burton: That's white of you.
Doctor Richard Mortimer: But this is remarkable.
Sherlock Holmes: Superficial. There is nothing remarkable about using one's eyes.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: In my report I shall state that death was caused by a stunning blow followed by severe laceration and hemorrhage.
Lt. Andy Anderson: In plain English, he didn't know what hit him.
Dr. Malcolm Wells: Oh he knew, but he didn't have time to think about it.
Fred Kite: I've got to be off. I can't stay here arguing. I've got a lot to do. Report to the Executive, check up on the pickets.
Mrs. Kite: From what I can see, the only time you ever jolly well do any work is when you're on strike.
Mr. Brown: Don't worry about the way the world's run, lad. Enjoy it while you're young.
Buzz Miller: Hey, Wilby, what is it this time?
Wilby Daniels: What about the seven bucks I loaned you?
Buzz Miller: What about it?
Wilby Daniels: Cough it up. Pop pulled the plug on my allowance.
Buzz Miller: Gee, pal, I'd like to help you out, but you know how it is. I've got a date with Allison.
Wilby Daniels: I'm sick and tired of financing your romances.
Craig Belden: You're leavin' on the next train. I own the sheriff! I own this town! I own every man in it! You're leavin' on the next train, Matt.
Marshal Matt Morgan: All right, Craig. The last train leaves at 9:00. I'll be on it... but there'll be two men with me, and one of them'll have a cut on his cheek.
Dr. Warren Chapin: Ladies and gentlemen, please do not panic! But scream! Scream for your lives.
Poacher: I've seen the likes tonight that mortal eyes shouldn't look at.
Irish Customer: You've been around to Molly Grady's again.