Sheriff Loomis: You listen to me, you son-of-a-bitch! There's a kid out there usin' his car to kill people, not that it's such a big deal since it seems to be your gang he's got it in for... so, if you guys try to take the law into your own hands, and that killer turns up dead, I'm gonna see you all sniffin' cyanide in the Arizona gas chamber.
Detective Cameron: Corpses that have been dead for twenty-seven years do not get up and go for a walk by themselves.
Number 5: Hey, laser lips! Your momma was a snow-blower.
Frances: Blind Dog and Lightning Boy? Who the hell are you guys supposed to be?
Eugene Martone: We're bluesmen.
Willie Brown: I'm the bluesman, he's from Long Island.
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.
Gunnery Seargant Thomas Highway: The United States Marines is lookin' for a few good men - and you ain't it.
Shaka: Never leave an enemy behind or it will rise again to fly at your throat.
William of Baskerville: The only evidence I see of the antichrist here is everyones desire to see him at work.
Norman Bates: Conservative clothes never go out of style.
Connor MacLeod: I apologize for calling your wife a bloated warthog, and I bid you good day.
Brian Stimpson: It's not the despair, Laura. I can take the despair. It's the hope I can't stand.
Nancy: Boring, Sidney, Boring.
Stanley: Jesus, how horny can you get?
Eugene: I don't know. What's the highest score?
Fidget: I'm going! I'm going! I'm going.
L.G. McPeters: Just had another cursin' caller. Your little ass is gonna be in big trouble with that tape girl.