
Sarah Belding: Be careful. You're a man who makes people afraid, and that's dangerous.
The Stranger: It's what people know about themselves inside that makes 'em afraid.

Frank Serpico: You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man.

Sergeant Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?
Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis.
Sergeant Howie: What?
Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.
Sergeant Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?
Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.

Sunny: What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan: Try knocking on the door.

Mose: I got scruples too, you know. You know what that is... Scruples?
Addie: No, I don't know what it is, but if you got 'em, sure bet they belong to somebody else.

Han: Gentlemen, welcome. You honor our island. I look forward to a tournament of truly epic proportions. We are unique, gentlemen, in that we create ourselves... through long years of rigorous training, sacrifice, denial, pain. We forge our bodies in the fire of our will. But tonight, let us celebrate. Gentlemen, you have our gratitude.

Jackie Brown: This life's hard man, but it's harder if you're stupid.

Giovanni Cappa: I learned this from Charley Lucky during the World War II.
Charlie: Oh? What did he do?
Giovanni Cappa: What did he do? He was there, that's what he did.

Lebel: It's obvious that the Jackal has been tipped off all along, and yet he's decided to go ahead, regardless. He's simply challenged the whole lot of us.
Minister: Are you really suggesting that there's a leak from inside this room?
Lebel: I can't say. But we think that the Jackal is now in Paris with a new name and a new face, probably masquerading as a Danish schoolteacher.

Harry Stoner: Everybody misses.
Margo: Not professionals.
Harry Stoner: Oh yeah, professionals too. Quarterbacks get knocked down, nurses get knocked up, somebody invented the Edsel. Everybody misses.

Maynard Boyle: You need a rest, Harold. A long trip to someplace quiet. Another name, another country.
Harold Young: I can't start my life over again now.
Maynard Boyle: You don't have much choice, Harold. They're gonna try to make you tell where the money is. You know what kind of people they are. They're gonna strip you naked and go to work on you with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.

Lee: You were always so sweet to me, at Daddy's legendary Sunday lunches.
Philip: I can still see you sitting on Olivia DeHavilland's lap.

Mike: You'll like Bath... better class of fuck in Bath.