[Gordie is dreaming about Denny's funeral.]
Mr. LaChance: It should have been you Gordon.
Worm: 'Ello.
Sarah: Did you say hello?
Worm: No, I said 'ello, but that's close enough.
Mexican girl: Which one do you like?
Carmen: I like the one that's not so smart.
Mexican girl: Which one is that?
Jack Burton: Hey, I'm a reasonable guy. But I've just experienced some very unreasonable things.
Street Thug: You got a light, buddy?
Mick Dundee: Yeah, sure, kid. There you go.
Street Thug: [Opens a switchblade] And your wallet.
Sue Charlton: Mick, give him your wallet.
Mick: What for?
Sue: He's got a knife.
Mick. Ha ha ha. That's not a knife. [Pulls out his 16" Bowie knife]. That's a knife.
Chandler Jarrell: I don't know, maybe he cut himself shaving and bled to death looking for a kleenex.
Phil: Get out of there! Duck!
Howard: And proud of it.
Uncle Pomme: The earth speaks to all of us, and if we listen, we can understand.
Allie Fox: Everything we need is here. Right here. We can live simply: gardening, beach combing. I'm a changed man, mother. No more chemicals or poisons. If what you want isn't washed up on this beach, you probably don't need it.
Gussie: We awe going to have a wawwy.
Honest John: A wawwy? What's a wawwy?
Gussie: You know. A wawwy. A wawge gathewing of mice fow a weason.
Honest John: Oh. A rally.
Gussie: That's what I said. A wawwy.
Fidget: I'm going! I'm going! I'm going.
Patricia: Fruitcake? fruitcake? Listen Bucko, I happen to be a highly educated, intelligent girl with an I.Q. that would put you pea-brain in the cellar. So remember, If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here. Call me for dinner.
Rudy Tyler: Don't worry about a thing, Max, ol' Rudy knows this arm like the back of his hand.
Quintesson judge: Before the Imperial Magistrate delivers his verdict, would you like to beg for your lives? It sometimes helps - but not often.
Brun: You want to be a leader, Broud, but a man who hits his people can never lead the Clan.
High Priest: Who gave you the courage to be killed here?
Asian Hawk: I obey my god's every command. He looks after all my needs. I always say yes to him. Never no.
High Priest: Who is your god? What is your religion?
Asian Hawk: I believe in a powerful religion. The name of my god is... money.
High Priest: Prepare to be sacrified to your money god.
Toymaster: Barnaby, what is it exactly that you want? Didn't Santa Claus bring you enough toys last Christmas?
Martin McNamara: Confucius say: when fighting truckers, nail the suckers.