Jane: He's a friend of mine from school.
Jeff: A FRIEND?
Cathy: Christopher, what is it?
Chris: A copy of Grandfather's will. It's 2 months old. It says if it was ever proven Mom had children from her first marriage, even after he's dead, she'd be disinherited.
Cathy: Mother's known all this time that we could never be found.
Chris: She never meant for us to leave that attic.
Gillian Kaites: Maxwell's idea of a porno movie was sicker than anything anyone could imagine.
Dr. Steele: When I stack 'em, they stay stacked.
Thomas Rogers - Servant: Dinner will be served at eight o clock.
Miss Emily Caroline Brent: That's late.
Dennis Meechum: Who fucked it up?
Roberta Gillian: Nobody fucked it up, Mr. Meechum. Just don't expect Hollywood to bail you out.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Claudia Draper: Not unless there's Thorazine in it.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Sorry, only milk and sugar.
Claudia Draper: Pass.
Peter: Lock the door, and hide the key. Go on. Do as your director says.
Jimmy Garrett: A human pilot would react differently, because a human pilot would know that he's going to die.
Brian: What happened? You talk numbers, you get romantic. You talk people, you clam up.
Catherine: Just a little miscue, that's all.
Kathleen Riley: I spend all of my day with murders and rapists, and what's really crazy, I like them.
Catherine Peterson: Mr. Shin, I'll tell you two things about me: I'm very rich. And I'm very wealthy.
Dan Gallagher: Do you remember the girl, who came to the apartment?
Beth Gallagher: The one with the blond hair.
James Bond: Cheer up, Saunders. The operation's a success. And officially, its still yours.
Saunders: I have no intention of leaving it at that, 007! I'm reporting to M that you deliberately missed. Your orders were to kill that sniper.
James Bond: Stuff my orders! I only kill professionals. That girl didn't know one end of her rifle from the other. Go ahead. Tell M what you want. If he fires me, I'll thank him for it. Whoever she was, it must have scared the living daylights out of her.
Kristen Parker: Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never... never.
Nancy Thompson: Never sleep again. Where did you learn that rhyme?
Marco: I think it's unwise to use movies as a guide for reality. Don't you, Inspector?
Inspector Alan Santini: Depends what you mean by reality.
Donna: So tell me, what do you feel?
Rowdy Abilene: One man's dream is another man's lunch.
Donna: You son of a bitch.