Gloria Clover Goslett: This whole place smells of beans, where can we go for some coffee?
Daisy Clover: Brazil.
Count Emilio Ponticelli: Like-a Caesar, we go to England.
Frank Towns: If you hadn't made a career out of being a drunk you might not have been a second-rate navigator in a firth-rate outfit. And if you'd not stayed in your bunk to kill that last bottle, maybe you might have checked that engineer's report on the radio and we might not be here now. All right.
Zeke Kelso: You mean you want me to tail the cat as if he's a person?
Supervisor, Mr. Newton: Unless it would be easier to tail him as a cat.
Zhivago: You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.
Elsa: I'm hungry too. What's for breakfast?
Fred: Sheriff, on toast.
Temujin, later Genghis Khan: Born a slave, I never was.
Ben Munceford: I've heard a lot about you, Commodore, but I never expected I'd meet you.
Commodore Schrepke: Is that so?
Ben Munceford: Not aboard an American destroyer.
Commodore Schrepke: (Is) that so surprising in these times?
Ben Munceford: I guess not, if one can make the switch mentally. But I, uh... I still connect you with... Hitler's navy.
Commodore Schrepke: Your pardon: Admiral Dönitz's navy, sir.
Lucy Van Pelt: I know how you feel about all this Christmas business, getting depressed and all that. It happens to me every year. I never get what I really want. I always get a lot of stupid toys or a bicycle or clothes or something like that.
Charlie Brown: What is it you want?
Lucy Van Pelt: Real estate.
Heikichi: I began drinking when I was 9, and I've been drinking ever since. I can't say when I'm sober - but I know what I'm doing when I'm drunk.
Contessina de Medici: Your question insults us both.
Draco: That naked strumpet wears our father's ring.
Chrysagon: Then honor it, and her.
Dennis Barlow: They told me, Francis Hinsley, they told me you were hung. With red protruding eyeballs and black protruding tongue.
Freddie Clegg: What's got four ears and eight legs?
Miranda Grey: What?
Freddie Clegg: Two dogs.
Hugh Lombard: Drop dead.
Det. William Henry Blore: That's not funny.
Jock McGrath: You're a clever bag of tricks, you are, Roberts. Not inside glasshouse half an hour and you use your bloody influence to get us a ride on the hill. Oh I bet, there's one Saturday night booze up your father's always regretted.
Dr. Fritz Fassbender: When did all this come to an end?
Michael James: It didn't come to an end! That's the point.
Narrator: What you are about to see may not even be possible, within the narrow limits of human understanding.