Cheech: Shit, man, I'm gonna be late for work again. That's the fifth time this week, and it's only Tuesday, man.
Eowyn: Begone foul dwimmerlaik! Leave the dead in peace.
The Witch King: Come not between the Nazgul and his prey, or he will slay thee in turn.
Eowyn: Do what you will, I will hinder it if I may.
The Witch King: Hinder me? Thou fool! Dost though not know the prophecy? No living man may hinder me.
Eowyn: But no living man am I! You look upon a woman, Eowyn am I. You stand between me and my Lord and kin. Begone, or living or dark undead, I will smite you if you touch him.
Lola Brewster: I could eat a can of Kodak and puke a better movie.
Alan Yates: We really screwed ourselves this time, trying to, trying to stay there for the last shot. I don't even know where we are now, but I know, they... I know they, uh, followed us, and, and we lost everything trying to escape. We're screwed! We're trapped.
Leon: See you at the finish line... wherever that may be.
Mark Elliot: She writes poetry.
Nurse: A pastime especially suited for women.
Mr. Uwatsum: How about a nice bowl of fish eyes?
Inspector Winship: Will you pardon me, please?
Mr. Uwatsum: Ah... Do you like hummingbird cookies?
Dr. Tart: ...No, thank you.
Carne: Have you ever shoveled any coal?
Skip Donahue: We tried to teach him charades! He didn't get it! He just didn't get it.
Young Emmeline: Mr. Button, there's a cask over hear with stuff in it that smells like the Captain's breath.
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.
Ted Webb: I ain't ever gonna see you again.
Loretta Lynn: Yes you will, daddy.
Ted Webb: Maybe, but I ain't never gonna see my little girl again.
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.