Yoda: When 900 years old you reach, look as good you will not.
Scrooge: What's she cooking, a canary? Surely they have more food than that. Look on the fire.
Ghost of Christmas Present: Huh, where? Oh, that's your laundry.
Arnie Cunningham: Okay... show me.
Ross Webster: Congratulations, Gus, old buddy. You're going to go down in history as the man who killed Superman.
Greg Stillson: My God! What a glorious day.
Sonny Elliman: Amen.
Grim Reaper: Englishmen, you're all so fucking pompous. None of you have got any balls.
Mr. Bloom: I found out, a long, long time ago, that I wanted to be my own true age and try and keep a young mind.
Ynyr: I seek the widow.
Lyssa Widow of the Web: Enter here, and die.
Nekron: Next time you present me with one of your little sluts, Mother dear... I'll squash you like a bug.
Charles Halloway: A father should be able to play baseball with his son.
Mrs. Halloway: Baseball's not necessary, not with a heart like yours, he'll forgive you that.