Louden Swain: But all I ever settled for is that we're born to live and then to die, and... we got to do it alone, each in his own way. And I guess that's why we got to love those people who deserve it like there's no tomorrow. 'Cause when you get right down to it - there isn't.
Brian Johnson: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...
Andrew Clark:...and an athlete...
Allison Reynolds:...and a basket case...
Claire Standish:...a princess...
John Bender:...and a criminal...
Brian Johnson: Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
The Horned King: I presume, my boy, you are the keeper of this oracular pig.
Sho'nuff: Am I the meanest?
Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff.
Sho'nuff: Am I the prettiest?
Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff.
Sho'nuff: Am I the baddest mofo low down around this town?
Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff.
Sho'nuff: Well who am I?
Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff.
Sho'nuff: Who am I?
Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff.
Sho'nuff: I can't hear you.
Sho'nuff 's Goons: Sho'nuff.
Patsy Cline: I can't stand it. Makes me want to scream and claw my face.
Kyoami: Are there no gods... no Buddha? If you exist, hear me. You are mischievous and cruel! Are you so bored up there you must crush us like ants? Is it such fun to see men weep?
Tango: Enough! Do not blaspheme! It is the gods who weep. They see us killing each other over and over since time began. They can't save us from ourselves.
Rocky Dennis: Don't worry, Mr. Simms. I look weird, but otherwise I'm real normal. Everything'll be cool.
Frances: He reached in and put a string of lights around my heart.
Zombie: Send more cops.
Anne Shirley: Tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it.
Charley Partanna: Do I ice her? Do I marry her?
Shug: You sho is ugly.
Cecil Vyse: I have no profession. My attitude - quite an indefensible one - is that as long as I am no trouble to anyone, I have the right to do as I like. It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence.
Karen Blixen: If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
Caesar: I will reason with him, I'll appeal to his better nature.
Rooney: Oh, you're gonne reason with a grown man in a dress?
Sheila: Why is it only my ass that ever gets invited places?
Russell Walker: Yo! Krush Groove is now rollin'!
Art Selwyn: Men should be explorers, no matter how old they are. I don't know about anybody else, but I'm going.
Mickey: How much longer are we gonna be doing this, man? I'm about to pee in my pants.
Eddie: So shoot it out the window, man. Christ, just use your head.
Mickey: Not a bad idea. Good news, America. Coming through. Hey, it's chilly out here.
Kevin: Tough day on the right wing, Dear?