Man in Bar: Come on, damnit, we wanna hear a cluck.
Stroker Ace: Who gives a cluck?
Doorman: Are you expected?
Tony Manero: To do what?
Q: Welcome back, Mr. Bond. I trust there will be lots of gratuitous sex and violence occurring.
Steff: You're not God, Nickerson. You're just a typing teacher.
Joseph Rutter: If you're half the leader I think you are.
King Vidiot: I am half the leader you think I am!
Chifano: Braden, you're dealing with me now. As far as you're concerned, that stuff is already paid for. It's mine. So don't try any funny stuff.
Braden: Don't fuck with the Japanese, Chifano. They can be very dangerous.
Chifano: I'll fuck with whoever I want. I don't need you. I'll make my own deals.
Braden: If you're thinking about going behind my back Chifano, you'll be making a big mistake. A very big mistake. You don't even know me yet.
Mok: She can sing, or she can scream. But she still pissed me off.
Nekron: Next time you present me with one of your little sluts, Mother dear... I'll squash you like a bug.
Captain Chi: Who is laughing like that?
Jaws: Me, sir.
Captain Chi: Do you know what you're going to do?
Jaws: To laugh one thousand times?
Captain Chi: Police, shoot him dead.
Bruno: Tennis balls?
Superior Court Judge Steven R. Hardin: The law. Nothing is right or wrong! It's either the law or its not the law. Well, we got a problem here, because it's not working anymore. It turns out that right and wrong count.
Grim Reaper: Englishmen, you're all so fucking pompous. None of you have got any balls.
Detective: "Don't F-U-C-K with the L.A.P.D."
Laurie Kessler: My father's gonna kill you.
Warren Stacy: Oh, no, he's not. I know where he's at.
Laurie Kessler: That was him on the phone just now. He'll be here any second.
Warren Stacy: Oh, yeah? Then I guess I better hurry up.
Wendy: Hey waiter! Put shit-face's drink here on Commissioner Gebhart's bill! For piss-sake he's up for re-election next week, you think he needs this shit?
Doug McKenzie: Yeah. OK, well, uh, we found, uh, this mouse in a bottle of your beer, eh. Like, we was at a party and, uh, a friend of ours - a COP - had some, and he puked. And he said, uh, come here and get free beer or, uh, he'll press charges.
Rosie: We're all of us prospectors up here, eh, Tyler? Scratchin' for that... that one crack in the ground. Never have to scratch again. I'll let you in on a little secret, Tyler: the gold's not in the ground. The gold's not anywhere up here. The real gold is south of 60 - sittin' in livin' rooms, stuck facin' the boob tube, bored to death. Bored to death, Tyler.
Carl 'Buster' Marzack: I'm getting too old for this shit.