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.
Katie Morosky Gardner: You'll never find anyone as good for you as I am, to believe in you as much as I do or love you as much.
Hubbell Gardner: I know that.
Katie Morosky Gardner: Well then, why?
Regan MacNeil: You're going to die up there.
Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night.
Jesus: The end is just a little harder when brought about by friends. For all you care, this wine could be my blood. For all you care, this bread could be my body. The end. This is my blood you drink, this is my body you eat. If you could, remember me when you eat and drink.
Frank Serpico: You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man.
Judge in Dream: I accuse you... of a wasted life.
Papillon: Guilty... guilty... guilty.
Judge R.W. Clarke: Why you self appointed dictator... All you know is force and violence... You don't understand the simplest things about the law.
Buford: I understand the difference between a poor honest judge and a rich dishonest one.
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.
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.
Porthos: May one ask - delicately - the cause in which we're expected to die?
Aramis: When you go on a campaign, does the King give his reasons? He says, "Porthos, fight!" and you fight.
Porthos: Oh, I do, I do.
Aramis: Then let's go and be killed where we're told to! Is life worth so many questions?
Luna: It's hard to believe you haven't had sex in two hundred years.
Miles: Two hundred and four if you count my marriage.
A no. 1: Country's gone to hell.
Wilbur: Are you writers?
Charlotte's daughters: No, but we will be when we grow up.
Wilbur: Then write this in your webs, when you learn: This hallowed doorway was once the home of Charlotte. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. Her memory will be treasured forever.
Charlotte's daughters: Ooh, that would take us a lifetime.
Wilbur: A lifetime. That's what we have.
Sinbad: You pace the deck like a caged beast, for one who enjoys the hashish you should be more at peace.
Wassa: Where did you study stick fighting, Mr. Shaft?
Shaft: Conducting the New York Philharmonic.
Wassa: The Emir will be pleased. Also, by the fact you're already circumcised.
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.
