Jack: Wendy, darling, light of my life, I'm not gonna hurt ya. You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash your brains in. Gonna bash 'em right the f*ck in!
Crazy Ralph: You're doomed! You're all doomed.
Vincent Smith: I'm the biggest hypocrite of them all. My meats... I used preservatives.
Elizabeth Solley: Listen, I never hitchhiked before. I just really want to be careful. Can I ask you something?
Nick Castle: Sure.
Elizabeth Solley: Are you weird?
Nick Castle: Yes, I am. Yes, I am weird.
Elizabeth Solley: You are weird. Thank God you're weird. The last one was so normal, it was disgusting.
Alex: I know they did it, they killed her, they, killed her... Robin, Robin.
John Russell: It's my understanding... that there are, uh... twenty-three students registered... for this series of lectures on advanced musical form. Now, we all know it's not raining outside, and unless there's a fire in some other part of the building that we don't know about, there's an awful lot of people here with nothing better to do.
Liz Blake: Thank god, straight fucks are still in style.
Eddie Jessup: I can't live with it Emily, the pain is unbearable.
Emily Jessup: We all live with it. That unbearable terror is what makes us such singular creatures. We hide from it, we succumb to it, mostly we defy it! We build fragile little structures to keep it out. We love, we raise families, we work, we make friends. We write poems.
Mayor: And if they traced it back to the company.
Slade: You'd be out of a job, for one thing.
Pearson: Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water, you can't get to it.
Carne: Have you ever shoveled any coal?
Chaco Losojos: In there, the more you carry, the quicker you get tired, the sooner you die.
Harry "Santa": But now I want you to remember to stay good boys and girls. Respect your mothers and fathers and do what they tell you. Obey your teachers and learn a whooooole lot! Now if you do this, I'll make sure you get good presents from me eeeevery year. Ha ha ha... but if you're bad boys and girls, your name goes in the 'Bad Boys and Girls' book, and I'll bring you something... horrible.
Guy in elevator: What is this... fucking SHIT going on here?
Mark Elliot: She writes poetry.
Nurse: A pastime especially suited for women.
Dr. Obrero: I've been anxious to experiment with a male Caucasian brain.