Sidney Bruhl: Every time I come in this bloody house, you scream.
Peter Neal: Let me ask you something? If someone is killed with a Smith and Wesson revolver... Do you go and interview the president of Smith and Wesson?
Peter Stegman: I am the future.
Gary Mark Gilmore: Go down on me, partner... I need it.
Nicole Baker: Don't call me partner.
Gary Mark Gilmore: No, darlin'... I love it... I love it.
Nicole Baker: Yeah, you and seven other motherfuckers.
Diddle: We're going down to the river tonight. It'll be a night to go down in history.
Tracy Baxter: You know what? It looks like you could really use the steam bath.
Mike Colby: Well, I had a hard night.
Tracy Baxter: So fair's fair. Get naked.
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.
Lina: Jealousy doesn't show how much you love someone, it shows how insecure you are.
Albert Speer: Field Marshall Milch... do you realise who you're talking to?
Field Marshal Milch: Herr Reichminister Speer... do you realise who you're working for?
Trash: You fuck! It could be a pile of shit out of someone's asshole.
Terry Tingloff: The high jump is a masochists event-it always ends on failure.
Chong: Sometimes it's not even the drugs that'll kill you man. What really kills you is looking for drugs.
Andrew: Sex alleviates tension and love causes it.
Dr. Oliver Ludwig: There are over twenty bodily fluids present in the human body and I am proud to say I have tasted all of them.
Secretary: Is Mr. Langford expecting you?
Rupert Pupkin: Yes, I don't think he is.
Max: Losing, winning - what's the difference? Play the game with a fair heart, and you'll always be able to look yourself in the mirror. Play too hard to win, and you might not like what you become.
Biskopsgården - Bishop Edvard Vergerus: You don't get rid of me that easy.
Patricia Montelli: They're mine. My panties.
Sonny Montelli: I took them from the laundry.
Mr. Bebe: Come along with me, Fanny.
Frances Farmer: Frances. You know, I'm not the cookbook.
Mr. Bebe: You see, you've got to change that name.