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.
Det. Thorn: You know, there are 20 million guys out of work in Manhattan alone just waiting for my job.
Peregrine Devlin: You begin to resent an actor if you always have to give him bad notices.
Laura Baxter: This one who's blind. She's the one that can see.
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.