Billy: Eat shit and die, Ricky.
Ricky: Eat shit and live, Bill.
David Lightman: [On the computer] Hello, are you still playing the game?
Joshua: Of course. I should reach Defcon 1 and release my missiles in 28 hours. Would you like to see some projected kill ratios?
David Lightman: Sixty-nine percent of the housing destroyed. Seventy-two million people dead. [Types into computer] Is this a game or is it real?
Joshua: What's the difference?
Tony Montana: I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
Steve: Beer for breakfast there, Two-Bit?
Michael: [At the wake.] Great tradition! They throw a great party for you on the one day they know you can't come!
Dakota: How would you like to bite that in the butt, develop lockjaw, and be dragged to death?
Harry Callahan: We're not just going to let you walk out of here.
Crook: Who's "we", sucker?
Harry Callahan: Smith, and Wesson, and me.
Emma Horton: Some people say Des Moines is the best city in Iowa.
Dane O'Neill: Mom, is this you? Oh, you were beautiful.
Meggie Cleary: Were? Oh the cruelty of youth.
Fiona 'Fee' Cleary: It was a lovely dress. Blue wasn't it?
Meggie Cleary: No, Mum, yours was blue.
Ralph de Bricassart: Meggie's dress was rose. "Ashes of Roses", it was called. And in it, she was the most beautiful thing any of us had ever seen.
Donald Quinelle: I'm sorry I'm gonna have to blow a large hole in your skivvy heart.
Jack Butler: Honey, you gave me some real good advice once, so let me give you some of my own. It's real easy to forget what's important, so don't."
Sub Editor: We have two versions ready to go. If he wins, "Australian wonder horse beats the world."
News writer: And if he loses?
Sub Editor: "New Zealand horse fails in Mexico."
Arnie Cunningham: Okay... show me.
Townsman: I thought all this money would make me feel different.
Jack Ridley: Put the spurs to her, Chuck.
Joel Goodson: Looks like the University of Illinois.
Greg Stillson: My God! What a glorious day.
Sonny Elliman: Amen.
Dr. Frank Bryant: Found a culture, have you Rita? Found a better song to sing? No, you found a different song to sing, and on your lips it's shrill and hollow and tuneless.
Rusty James: What do you think California's like? Like all that shit in the movies. Blondes walkin' around, The Beach Boys, palm trees, the ocean. How was the ocean?
The Motorcycle Boy: I didn't get to the ocean.
Rusty James: No?
The Motorcycle Boy: California got in the way.
Rusty James: California got in the way? I thought California was on the coast.
Nick: I'll bring him a doggy bag if you'll have dinner with me.
Alex Owens: I told you, I don't think it's a good idea to go out with the boss.
Nick: OK. Have it your way. You're fired. I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight.