Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
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.
Mrs. Devereaux: You lock all the doors and windows.
Trish: Mom, I'm eighteen years old, remember?
Mrs. Devereaux: You will always be my baby.
Patricia Montelli: They're mine. My panties.
Sonny Montelli: I took them from the laundry.
SAM-104: They switch you off when life is good then switch you on when they're up to their noses in life's bitter droppings.
Mike Colby: You said it, tin man.