[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.
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."
Anne Frank: I want to go on living even after I'm dead.
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.
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.
Earl Slater: What you doin' with such a big ol' dog in New York?
Dave Burke: Never had a wife.
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.
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.