[Gordie is dreaming about Denny's funeral.]
Mr. LaChance: It should have been you Gordon.
Ferris: Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Worm: 'Ello.
Sarah: Did you say hello?
Worm: No, I said 'ello, but that's close enough.
[All ammunition has been confiscated.]
Marine: What are we supposed to use? Harsh language?.
Mexican girl: Which one do you like?
Carmen: I like the one that's not so smart.
Mexican girl: Which one is that?
Layne: The things I do for my fucking friends.
Jack Burton: Hey, I'm a reasonable guy. But I've just experienced some very unreasonable things.
Coach Norman Dale: If you put your effort and concentration into playing to your potential, to be the best that you can be, I don't care what the scoreboard says at the end of the game, in my book we're gonna be winners.
Chandler Jarrell: I don't know, maybe he cut himself shaving and bled to death looking for a kleenex.
Thornton Melon: Listen, Sherlock. While you were tucked away up here working on your ethics, I was out there busting my hump in the real world. And the reason guys like you got a place to teach is 'cause guys like me donate buildings.
Molly: It's the ugliest thing I've seen.
Danny: Reminds me of your friend Laurie.
Molly: Does not.
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.
Marion Cobretti: You're a disease, and I'm the cure.
Phil: Get out of there! Duck!
Howard: And proud of it.
Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.
Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.
Nick Alexander: Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful legs?
Bartender: Oh, Nick! You can't see them from here.
Nick Alexander: No, but I do have a good imagination. Well, actually I'm just trying to be nice.
Casey: They send me out last. You get me, you've hit bottom. I'm the last cookie in the jar.