Sinclair: Man, if we get outta this thing, I want you to come to the States. I'll show you some stuff that you'll never believe.
Vodovsky: No way, my friend. I'm told in the States they shoot Communists in the streets.
Sinclair: Hell, man. In Detroit, my hometown, they shoot everybody in the streets.
Tom Mix: I fell in love with a beautiful woman who believed a man was not a complete lover unless he knew how to tango.
Cheryl King, Owner of Candy Store: She didn't give you much choice.
Tom Mix: I took lessons for years.
Wyatt Earp: And what was this young lady's vocation?
Tom Mix: She was a tango instructor.
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Donald Blake: Then you'll step back in front of the death ray.
Doctor David Banner: Life ray for me.
The Tall Man: You think that when you die, you go to Heaven. You come to us.
Harry Washello: I know how this sounds, but I answered the phone out there and the guy on the other end he was very, very frantic. He thought I was his dad for a minute, I think he just had the wrong area code.
Fred the Cook: Yeah, so what?
Harry Washello: So he was calling from a missile silo! He said that they were locked in, 50 minutes and counting, to shoot off their nuclear wad. We would be getting it back in an hour and 10. I mean he meant that we're at war! Nuclear war.
Frank McCrae: He'll kill again... he enjoys killing.
Art Ridzik: Oh, great. We got a pro basketball team coming toward us - with guns.
Tara: They are gardeners and carpenters, they are not tomato men.
Richard Walker: This is an emergency. Do you understand?
U.S. Security Officer: Yes sir, I do.
Richard Walker: You understand but you don't give a damn? Is that it?
Vermeer: What do you think she meant when she said a huge black monster with giant claws?
Eric Visser: I don't know, but I hope your mother-in-law has an alibi.
Vermeer: UGH.
Nico Toscani: You guys think you're above the law... well you ain't above mine.
Capt. Donnelly: 13,453 dollars and 63 cents. That's how much an unmarked squad car costs this department. That's the third goddamned car you trashed this month.
Harry Callahan: Lou Janero.
Capt. Donnelly: What?
Harry Callahan: It's his men who shot up the car, why don't you send him the bill?
Kalgan: It was cruel fate to be born in space, but I have vowed we will not die here. It is my destiny to set my feet upon a real world to accumulate wealth and power beyond our wildest dreams. I have offered the people of the Southern Sun a rich, new life, and now they have no alternative but to accept my generosity and alter course for Corona Borealis.
Thug (unknown): Who the hell do you think you are?
Sgt. Major Ross Maclure: I'm the Infantry, sonny.
Lt. Nikolai: You lied to me General.
General Vortek: I sent you on a mission... to help an oppresed people.
Lt. Nikolai: But you didn't tell me who the oppressors were, did you?
General Vortek: Nikolai... you were, SPETZNATS.
Lt. Nikolai: I AM SPETZNAS... but I'm no longer one of you.