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?
Mountain Man: Now let's you just drop them pants.
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.
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.
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.
Arthur Bishop: Murder is only killing without a license.
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.
Robert Rusk: Don't forget, Bob's your uncle.
Krug Stillo: Listen to daddy. I want you to take the gun, and I want you to put it in your mouth, and I want you to turn around and blow your brains out. Blow your brains out. blow your brains OUT.
Kate Bingham: Can you imagine coming home, and your wife says she's leaving you for someone else, and you say, "Who, Phil?" and she says, "No. Phyllis."
Abel Marsh: Well, that's the ultimate put-down... to those of us who are normal heterosexuals.
Tang Lung: Let him know. If I ever see him here again... he won't leave alive.
Shaft: You might catch cold.
Rita: I suppose its immodest of me to walk around like this in front of a stranger. But, any enemy of John Kelly's, is an old friend of mine.
Harry Lomart: You conniving bitch.
Leon Trotsky: It's hard living with an old revolutionary. You should have been with us when we stormed the Winter Palace! With Lenin in Moscow in the early days! What happiness to be alive - to be fighting then.
Wu: I was being used, have pity on me! Please, sir.
Chen: Have pity? Who had pity for Huo Yuan-Chia?