Michael: My father is no different than any powerful man, any man with power, like a president or senator.
Kay Adams: Do you know how naive you sound, Michael? Presidents and senators don't have men killed.
Michael: Oh. Who's being naive, Kay?
Edward Rutledge: Mr. Adams is now calling our black slaves "Americans." Are they, now?
John Adams: Yes, they are. They're people, and they're here. If there's any other requirement, I've never heard of it.
Edward Rutledge: They are here, yes. But they are not people, sir, they are property.
Thomas Jefferson: No, sir, they are people who are being treated as property!
Hugh: I find that as difficult to swallow as this potage au gelee.
Judy: How would you like to swallow one sandwich d'knuckles?
Del Gue: Amongst lnjuns... a tribe's greatness is figured on how mighty its enemies be.
Mountain Man: Now let's you just drop them pants.
Helen Sanchez: He is right, we must give ourselves up, don't you see? There is no other way.
Luis Chama: I do not care what you think. I take you along for cold nights and days when there is nothing to do. Not to hear you talk.
Dracula: You shall pay, black prince. I shall place a curse of suffering on you that will doom you to a living hell. I curse you with my name. You shall be... Blacula.
Youngblood Priest: Don't argue with me, man, I'm trying to give you a chance. Now, if you don't get me my money tonight, I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row.
Fat Freddie: Listen, Priest, that's my wife you're talking about, man.
Youngblood Priest: So what? Now somebody's gonna work tonight, Freddie. You really shouldn'tve fcked with my money, Freddie.
Yevtushenko: I'm an engineer. A scientist. And this is ordinary chalk. How do you explain it not writing on that crate?
Professor Saxton: Hypnosis! Yoga! These mystics can be terribly convincing. They can even hypnotize themselves.
Mike Rogo: You weren't on the streets that long! How many guys did you know! Do you realise how slim even one of those characters is on this boat.
Linda Rogo: You don't have to shout.
Mike Rogo: I said do you realise...
Linda Rogo: I heard what you said.
Andrew Wyke: I have nothing against lapsed Catholics. In fact, some of my best friends are lapsed Catholics.
Divine: Connie Marble, you stand convicted of assholeism! Your proper punishment will now take place. Look pretty for the picture, Connie.
Brian: Sally is rather knowledgeable in these areas.
Fritz: You do what Sally says, you end up I think in prison.
Fran Clinton: Would you please carry my kitty for me?
Laughlin: The cat?
Fran Clinton: Yeah.
Fran Clinton: What's its name?
Fran Clinton: Poor little Harold.
Laughlin: That's a strange name for a pussy.
Arthur Bishop: Murder is only killing without a license.
Old-timer: Any damn fool can get himself shot full of holes.
Cole Younger: It ain't hard gettin' shot. It's the gettin' back up.
Count Dracula: You would play your brains against mine. Against me who has commanded nations?
Bogart: I never saw a dame yet that didn't understand a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a .45.
Stuart Farquhar: Afternoon, Miss Dobbs, a lovely day for it.
Miss Dobbs: That's what they all say, Mr Farquhar, but it won't get you anywhere.
Stuart Farquhar: I meant for the Elsbels trip, Miss Dobbs.
Freeman Lowell: It calls back a time when there were flowers all over the Earth... and there were valleys. And there were plains of tall green grass that you could lie down in - you could go to sleep in. And there were blue skies, and there was fresh air... and there were things growing all over the place, not just in some domed enclosures blasted some millions of miles out in to space.