Principal Mcgee: If you play an instrument, remember, it is better to play with a group then with yourself.
Brigadier: You don't think we're just going to walk out of India.
Gandhi: Yes. In the end, you will walk out. Because 100,000 Englishmen simply cannot control 350 million Indians, if those Indians refuse to cooperate.
Maureen Rooney: You know, you guys are all the same. You don't care who you hurt. All you care about is the dollar, you're a bunch of whores. You got no loyalty, no nothing. You're a bunch of whores.
Daphne Castle: The whole world knows that you are a man of enormous discretion.
Jessica Harrison: If I'd wanted your help, mate, I would've asked for it.
Billy Kwan: What then must we do? We must give with love to whoever God has placed in our path.
Teresa: Oh! Auntie Shrew.
Cynthia: Oh, Auntie.
Martin: Oh, no.
Elliot: Okay, he's a man from outer space, and we're taking him to his spaceship.
Greg: Well, can't he just beam up?
Elliot: This is reality, Greg.
Ron Carlisle: Take, Tootsie.
Dorothy Michaels: Ron? I have a name it's Dorothy. It's not Tootsie or Toots or Sweetie or Honey or Doll.
Ron Carlisle: Oh, Christ.
Dorothy Michaels: No, just Dorothy. Alan's always Alan, Tom's always Tom and John's always John. I have a name too. It's Dorothy, capital D-O-R-O-T-H-Y.
Jenny Fields: You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I'm going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life.
Teacher: If ya don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding! How can ya have any pudding if ya don't eat ya meat?
Kahea: I am the plumed serpent, I fly, and I crawl... I have fallen, but I shall rise again.
Paul Gallier: Long ago, our ancestors sacrificed their children to the leopards. The souls of the children grew inside the leopards, until the leopards became human. We were gods then.
Paul Gallier: We are a incestuous race. We can only make love with our own, otherwise we transform. And before we can become human again, we must kill.
Paul Gallier: Welcome home.
Jeff Spicoli: Those guys are fags.
Stingo: I was twenty two, and a virgin, and was clasping in my arms at last the goddess of my unending fantasies. My lust was inexhaustible. Sophie's lust was both a plunge into carnal oblivion, and a flight from memory and grief. More than that, I now see it was a frantic attempt to beat back death.
Foley: You can forget it! You're out.
Mayo: Don't you do it! Don't! You... I got nowhere else to go! I got nowhere else to g... I got nothin' else.
Secretary: Is Mr. Langford expecting you?
Rupert Pupkin: Yes, I don't think he is.
Larry Weisman: Commitment. Discipline. Make it work.
Mrs. Talmann: She does not fret father, or if she does you well know the cause is your indifference - a house, a garden, a horse, a wife the preferential order.