
Maria: All of you! You all killed him! And my brother, and Riff. Not with bullets, or guns, with hate. Well now I can kill, too, because now I have hate.

Corporal Miller: Sir, I've inspected this boat, and I think you ought to know that I can't swim.

Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: Let him make a run for it, I'd say to myself.
Paul Regret: And then what would you say?
Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: And then I'd say back to myself, you can't let him run. You swore an oath whent they put that badge on you.
Paul Regret: And that's important to you?
Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: I said I swore an oath.
Paul Regret: Words.
Ranger Capt. Jake Cutter: Mon-sewer, words are what men live by... words they say and mean.

Elena Fairchild: I'm going to ask Captain Harding to marry us.
Herbert Brown: That'd be wonderful, if he were only a minister, but he's not.
Elena Fairchild: He's a captain, and captains can marry people at sea.
Herbert Brown: He's a land captain, not a sea captain.
Elena Fairchild: Well, we're on land, aren't we?

Paul Varjak: Holly, I'm in love with you.
Holly Golightly: So what?
Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me.
Holly Golightly: No. People don't belong to people.
Paul Varjak: Of course they do.
Holly Golightly: I'm not going to let anyone put me in a cage.
Paul Varjak: I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to love you.
Holly Golightly: It's the same thing.
Paul Varjak: No it's not. Holly...
Holly Golightly: I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either. I don't know who I am! I'm like cat here, a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.

Rio: Get up! Get up, you scum suckin' pig.

Horace: I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they'll throw the keys away.
Jasper: Oh, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of bootle.
Horace: Yes, but I've been thinking.
Jasper: You've been thinking? Now look here, Horace! I warned you about thinking! I've got the nog for this job, so let's get on with it.

Ackenthorpe: There is one thing I cannot tolerate, and that is impertinence.
Miss Marple: Well, we should get on admirably. Neither can I.

Ito O'Hara: Even though there's no surf, he's right back in the swim.
Maile Duval: Well he's about to be beached.

Toymaker: Oh, for heaven's sakes! Such a dreadful temper! I'm glad I'm not marrying you! Well, I am marrying you, but I'm marrying you to her.

Radio Reporter: We're waiting at Battersea. Waiting. Hoping. Praying for a miracle. The entire electricity of all industrial London has been diverted to the wires surrounding the small animal's enclosure. Will it be enough? Will it be enough to stop the huge beast? Will the miracle be granted? Or will it be yet another of man's puny efforts to oppose this irresistible force of ancient nature?

Johnny Cabot: I like a messy bed.

Carol Templeton: Doctor, there's so much I can learn from you.
Jerry Webster: As my father, the philosopher, used to say, "Knock at my door and I shall take you in."
Carol Templeton: Dr. Tyler, I'm knocking.
Jerry Webster: Miss Templeton, I'm taking you in.