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.
Eros: You know, it's an interesting think when you consider... the Earth people, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot: the dead. Well... our ship should be regenerated. We better get started.
Dr. Radford Baines: Hematoxic syndrome - it must be hematoxic syndrome.
Alec McKuen: After all, we... we did hit the center of the earth.
Sir Oliver Lindenbrook: It hit us, laddie.
Dr. Warren Chapin: Ladies and gentlemen, just a word of warning. If any of you are not convinced that you have a tingler of your own, the next time you're frightened in the dark... don't scream.
CWO Sam Jacobs: So Oola ran screaming across the burning Martian sands as the monster Ongolur relentlessly pursued her, its five arms reaching hungrily for her.
Benson Thacker: I have nothing against negroes, Ralph.
Ralph Burton: That's white of you.
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.