Detective: Now, I know you think you're smart, see, 'cause you got all them flashy clothes, you got that big car there, you got all them black b**ches working for you.
Dolemite: You forgot about the white ones.
Hooper: You know those eight guys in the fantail launch out there? Well, none of 'em are gonna make it out of the harbor alive.
Frank: A mental mind fuck can be nice.
Raisuli: I will see you again, Mrs Pedicaris, when we are both like golden clouds on the wind.
Second brother: And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade that with it thou mayest blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu...
Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother.
Second brother: And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'
Maynard: Amen.
Knights: Amen.
King Arthur: Right! One... Two... Five!
Sir Galahad: Three, sir!
King Arthur: Three!
Bartholomew: No player is greater than the game itself. Its a significant game, in a number of ways, the velocities of the ball, the awful physics of the track, and in the middle of it all: men - playing by an odd set of rules. Its not a game man is supposed to grow strong in, Jonathan. You appreciate that, don't you?
Rooster Cogburn: Say, uh, there's one thing I would like to get straight.
Eula: Hmm.
Rooster Cogburn: We both know that the Lord brands lyin' a sin. You think He'll still smile on you after them whoppers you told in there?
Eula: And if thy words stray from the truth for the good of God's own, if thy intent be pure, thou shall not then be judged sinful.
Rooster Cogburn: Beautiful quotation. What book? What chapter?
Eula: I will confess, Reuben, it is of my own invention, I just made it up.
Peachy Carnehan: Keep looking at me. It helps to keep my soul from flying off.
Preacher: Dorothy the only thing I know, is that your momma's a hoe.
Ben Clark: I'm getting chest pains. You give me chest pains.
Willy Clark: It's my fault you get excited?
Ben Clark: Yes! I only get chest pains on Wednesdays.
Willy Clark: So come Tuesdays.
Bobbie Markowe: I think there's something in the water that turns us into house fraus.
The Pinball Wizard: Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball. From SoHo down to Brighton, I must have played them all. But I ain't seen nothin' like him In any amusement hall. That deaf, dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball.
Lucy van Pelt: What are you doing, Charlie Brown?
Charlie Brown: I'm waiting for valentines.
Lucy van Pelt: Oh, well. Good luck.
Charlie Brown: Thank you.
Lucy van Pelt: You'll need it.
Charlie Brown: You didn't have to say that!
Miss Jones: Rosie, how many times you been married?
Rosie: Eleven. Ten without a preacher or license.
Miss Jones: Well, did you love any of 'em?
Rosie: Oh, all of 'em! Every one of 'em! The good and the bad. It's a shame to waste all that prime beef on a guy serving three to five in a prison. Do you keep in touch?
Miss Jones: Oh, he's kind of a lousy letter writer.
Rosie: A lousy bank robber, too.
The President: Homage to the rear temple is often more fervent than the other.
Dreyfus: You are suspended for six months, without pay, effective immediately! Have you anything to say?
Clouseau: Could you lend me fifty francs?
Blood: A cautous young fellow named Lodge / Had seatbelts installed in his Dodge. / When his date was strapped in / He committed a sin / Without even leaving the garage. That's clever, isn't it?
Marion: A surprising number of human beings are without purpose, though it is probable that they are performing some function unknown to themselves.
Roger Marsh: Hey everybody! Lighten up! It's all over.
Sonny: You'd like to kill me? Bet you would.
Sheldon: I wouldn't like to kill you. I will if I have to.
Sonny: It's your job, right? The guy who kills me... I hope he does it because he hates my guts, not because it's his job.