Hugh: I find that as difficult to swallow as this potage au gelee.
Judy: How would you like to swallow one sandwich d'knuckles?
Bogart: I never saw a dame yet that didn't understand a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a .45.
Brian: Sally is rather knowledgeable in these areas.
Fritz: You do what Sally says, you end up I think in prison.
Richard Blaney: If you can't make love, sell it. The respectable kind, of course. The married kind.
Lenny Cantrow: There's no insincerity in those potatoes. There's no deceit in the cauliflower. This is a totally honest meal.
Paul: Even if a husband lives two hundred fucking years, he'll never discover his wife's true nature. I may be able to understand the secrets of the universe, but... I'll never understand the truth about you. Never.
Wu: I was being used, have pity on me! Please, sir.
Chen: Have pity? Who had pity for Huo Yuan-Chia?
Abel Marsh: It's true what they say about Dobermans. I guess that's why they say it.