
The Breather: [On the phone.] I'm gonna kill next at the football game. Click.
Ms. Van Dyke: Did you hang up?
The Breather: No, I just said "click."

Linda: We're gonna get you. We're gonna get you. Not another peep. Time to go to sleep.

Joan Crawford: Why can't you give me the respect that I'm entitled to? Why can't you treat me like I would be treated by any stranger on the street?
Christina Crawford: Because I am not one of your fans!

Dr. John McCabe: So, what did you do in the Big Apple?
Liza Merrill: Just about everything a girl could do without losing her good English breeding and reputation. Modeling, dancing, secretary... I almost became an unsuccessful fashion designer.

Dewey Wilson: They kill to protect family?
Old Indian: In the end, it's all for the hunting ground.

Warren: There's nothing out there but God's little creatures, more scared of you than you are of them.

Marti: But Seth is bringing back help.
Jeff Reed: Seth isn't coming back.

Mark: You're getting a raise out of me all right, but it has nothing to do with money.

Damien Thorn: Nazarene, you have won... nothing.

Bob Boyle: Ann? Mommy says you're not dead. Is that true?

Axel Palmer: You seen Sarah?
Jessie 'T.J.' Hanniger: Ain't my turn to watch after her.

Gloria Davis: Oh my god. Did you have to torture it that way?
Mike Logan: What? Do you get off on ecology? Huh, twat?