
Thomas Crown: Samba. Sugarloaf. Jungle. Piranha.

Oscar Madison: I can't take it anymore, Felix, I'm cracking up. Everything you do irritates me. And when you're not here, the things I know you're gonna do when you come in irritate me. You leave me little notes on my pillow. Told you 158 times I can't stand little notes on my pillow. "We're all out of cornflakes. F.U." Took me three hours to figure out F.U. was Felix Ungar.

Chalmers: Ross.
Bennet: Albert Edward Renick, used car salesman, Chicago.
Chalmers: Who's Renick?
Bullitt: He was the man who was shot in the Hotel Daniels. You sent us to guard the wrong man, Mr. Chalmers.

SS-Standartenführer Kramer: Let me remind you, Major, I'm a colonel in the SS and not a lieutenant who you can frighten with your threats.
SS-Sturmbannführer Von Hapen: Your military rank and position are obvious to me, Colonel, and so are your attempts to discredit me with superiors in Berlin.
SS-Standartenführer Kramer: If there is any discredit, you bring it upon yourself. Good night.

Rose Brice: When you look at him, you only see what you want to see.
Fanny Brice: I see him as he is. I love him as he is.
Rose Brice: Fanny. Love him a little less. Help him a little more.

Rosemary Woodhouse: Unspeakable... unspeakable.

Dr. Zaius: Don't go looking for it, Taylor. You may not like what you find.

Cheyenne: Make believe it's nothing.

Prince Geoffrey: I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know Henry knows, and Henry knows we know it. We're a knowledgeable family.

Lt. Columbo: There's just one more thing, sir.

Cmdr. Ferraday: It wasn't sealing wax. It wasn't chewing gum. It was epoxy glue. And all of a sudden you know a whole damn lot about submarines.
David Jones: I know how to wreck them, and I know how to lie, steal, kidnap, counterfeit, suborn and kill. That's my job. I do it with great pride.

Lt. Col. Robert T. Frederick: They say you find what something is worth when you pay for it.

Juliet: Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Charly Gordon: Marry me, pretty girl, marry me.
Alice Kinnian: We will marry at... quarter past Wednesday on the 74th of November, and our anniversary will happily be... on those days where we both remember.

Kiril Lakota: There is only one area to search. And if love is mislaid, where did you see it last? And if you can't remember, maybe there was no love in the first place.
Dr. Ruth Faber: Oh, there was.
Kiril Lakota: Then it is mislaid and you must find it.